Cerulean Cape fire meet gasoline

No, it was not easy to keep her cool. Huā was an explosive, emotional wild card girl by nature and it took every ounce of control within her to keep from allowing her rage to spew ugly out of her. Huā was the emotional, Ying was the logical- and so when Ying was not here to keep her heart and actions in check with thoughtful words, Huā knew it was a thing she must do alone. 

I want her back. I want her back too, Huā thought to echo. The pain of it was too real. Ying was- well, she was still Huā's sister. The siren would love the warrior forever. But was she really still Ying? Without a soul, a heart, a history? It struck her then that Ying would not recall her painful past. The time they had spent together in struggle, and the tribulations they had overcome together- all gone. Just a couple of strangers now. 

Me too. She repeated hush-hush under her breath after Astaroth. 

When he spoke of her paw, Huā's eyes immediately moved to look, noticing the scrapes, maybe a couple of slightly... off-looking toe bones, depending on exactly how bad the injury was. That was not good, not at all. No memories and an injured foot. When the man offered his help, it took a moment for her to realize what he was offering. In... in Yuèlóng? You okay with doing that...? Her tone was surprised; she had not expected such generosity from the man, despite his closeness with Ying.