Moonspear fresh static snow

She breathed out softly in relief at Hydra's confirmation that she felt nothing, glad it wasn't causing her sister pain, yet still she insisted about getting the foreign object (creature?) off her. She would comply, of course, but she was interested in what exactly it was. Despite Hydra's urging and rising panic that she was trying to quell, the other Ostrega calmly and unhurriedly touched around the area with her nose, even venturing a brief lick.

"Hold still," Lyra said, the demand more out of habit than an order for her sister. With gentle, prodding movements, she felt around Hydra's leg a little more, deciding on how the best way to approach this was. But it seemed there would be no easy way to do it. "This will hurt a bit," she said, still in her detached sort of way, before her gaze took on a mischievous glint as she briefly glanced up at her twin. "But it will be nothing you're not already used to."

She then bared her front teeth and closed them around the skin on either side of the embedded creature, hoping to pinch it out of place. She bit down as hard as Hydra would let her, with a few light tugs for good measure, hoping her efforts would be enough to dislodge the thing.