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Confusion hardened her expression after greetings settled between them, and such a shift needed no help with the reveal her daughter spoke of: Alya, injured? The very notion clenched her teeth and she fought off the chill that threatened to seep down her nape. She had a lot to ask then, but listening on, she sensed they knew just enough. "What makes you think she was hurt..?" she asked, eyes narrowed as she had to ask why, exactly, as suspicion kept her curious whereas the depths of their trio went. Was it the the time she had been gone? Or the nature of her trail? She wondered what else they knew--all only between them.

After Lyra gave their heading, she took a silent breath. She was still sorting, steadying, but decided enough to offer her piece so far. "There are none better to find her," she said quietly--to find her and do whatever was necessary if she was hurt. The who, the what.. all else. The two of them, especially once turned back to three, could handle it accordingly and as expertly as any. "Do what you need to, and come back soon. We will keep it safe here in the meantime," she rumbled, and jerked her snout towards Revui, who was only the start of what they could do. She wasn't worried about that. More so, her concerns were going with them.