Ghost Lion Crag Just a groove.

An appreciative look was given toward Towhee's touch; she knew Towhee was there for her, at least. There were so many living that she loved that it simply did not make sense to linger for very long over what she had lost for too long. As Towhee spoke, Hydra gave a look of intrigued surprise; many men? 

Hydra went to work at rationalizing it in a manner that would justify her preconceived notion of this being, well, not a good thing. Towhee could not have children, so it only made sense that she do so perhaps in the vain attempt to see if she even could. If it was her, or if it was them. Evidently it was her, if she had many and it yielded nothing which was a shame. But Towhee shared it was not something she even wanted for herself, so perhaps not such a shame after all. Although Towhee could still go into season, which was interesting. A terrible tease, that, given its purpose was to procreate. Hydra found that for these reasons, she could hardly judge Towhee—would she not have done the same in her position? Of course she would have. Hydra would do anything to achieve what it was she wanted. 

So her expression was not without some delight to hear this juicy tidbit. In fact, as Towhee said, no one serious, Hydra—playful and coy—drew a foreleg to her chest and inquired with a little gasp: strangers?! before acknowledging the rest of what Towhee said after a minute or two of thinking. I am glad to hear it, really. Also for the record, you are brilliant on your own. One man, many men, none at all—it does not change that, Hydra hummed. Who needed interest or romance? Towhee was an accomplished woman without all of that. She was no less for her lack of interest in romance, or inability to have children. 

The question, though, was one rewarded at first with a chaste little grin. When Towhee laughed, though, the sound was so obscene that Hydra found it contagious enough to laugh, genuinely, herself. With a shake of her head, Hydra drawled: very good, if I wish to do it again and again and again, she drawled, that chaste grin all but gone now as a playfully triumphant expression took hold of her features.