Moonspear eyes closed, ice cold

On Amekaze's other side, Alya bared her teeth at Korei in silent reproval - she had no right to snap at Hydra. Especially when Hydra was tolerating her blubbering with suck patience and kindness. After all, their mother had lost a child, and there were no tears on her face. That ought to tell the pale girl something about the appropriateness of her behavior.

Tears were not becoming of a princess of Moonspear. Alya had long held on to the belief that Korei was not actually one of them.

But she didn't say any of this, and simply pressed her cheek into Amekaze's fur, ignoring Korei as best as she could. In that way, this was much like any other day.