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Nikai...he is strong in different ways. Lyra's preening of her sister's fur paused mid stroke, and she gave a sidelong glance to Hydra. Of course, it was entirely understandable that her sister loved the naive man dearly; who else (besides her own mirror images) had she spent so much time with lately? Her eyes slyly traced the fullness of Alya's waist, the softness in places where her form was once angular and sharp. His ways had rubbed off on her. He had changed her, whether intentional or not.

Yet all was not lost. They would have their vicious, cunning sister back with them still. Lyra listened intently as Hydra explained her plan, her approval silent but clear from the gleam in her eye. She had a point of contention with Nikai possibly raising these future children, but that was an issue to be dealt with when they came to it. For now, Alya's pursuit of happiness, to fulfil whatever desire had sunken its claws into her — that was top priority.

"Of course," Lyra hummed in response to her sister's hesitance. There was a firm disagreement hidden between Alya's words, but the triplet ignored it in favour of spending these last moments with all three together in relative peace. "Whatever you choose, we will be there for you." Even if she had other plans in place for Alya's chosen beloved.