Moonspear different place, different time, all the stars are in their prime

FRICK. Sorry for the wait!

They were silent in their march to the Meeting. Lyra couldn't help but let her eyes flick to Alya's notched ear that now hung ever so slightly more limp. Her limited knowledge of injuries and medicine were basic, at best, but she knew this was not a wound that would close. It would heal, but it would forever mark her as different from she and Hydra. That feeling radiated off Alya and Lyra tried to offer some sort of compassion, gingerly bumping her nose against her shoulder as they took their places before the head of the Cerberus.

Lyra listened to Hydra intently, her usual warm gaze hardened and serious. Though at her sister's command, she faltered, sucking in an uncertain breath as fear rose in her chest. Surely there was another way? Maybe a plant that could be used as glue? They could seek out a more experienced healer? Wait a while longer? They could...

Alya's sudden sobs and cries of gratefulness caused Lyra to turn to her sister and her thoughts stopped at once, replaced with a certain definiteness. No, this had to be done. "Alya..." she murmured softly with the smallest of smiles, amused by the outpouring of emotion from her usually guarded sister.

With that, she then looked back to Hydra and nodded with steely determination in her blue eyes. "Agreed."