Moonspear fresh static snow

Hydra shook her head. I do not feel a thing, she admitted, calming some, but still... it is not normal, she expressed. She wanted the foreign object off of her, forever. A bug? Normally such things did not bother her, nature was nature... but one being on her in such a way... Tentatively, Hydra nosed it. It did not budge, and she grimaced as she looked to Lyra. It made her skin crawl, and Hydra inched nearer to Lyra with a pleading look. 

Can you get this thing off of me? She asked, withholding her panic. Lyra would know the best manner in which to remove it from her person, being the medic here... even if her experience with this thing was minimal at best. Whatever the case, Hydra knew that Lyra would do everything in her power to help and Hydra trusted her more than any other in the medical realm... more on principle than anything else. Still, Lyra had yet to fail at anything medicinally and she refused to think today might be that day.