Herbalists' Cache you don't have to be a ghost, you are flesh and blood

Well-fed, and now a trio once again, Hydra's spirits had risen. She would be returning to Moonspear with her beloved Alya in tow, who seemed to be recovering by the day. She had not wanted to travel and irritate the wound her sister had suffered more, and so when things seemed stable they had made their bid to depart. So far, so good, though they took things slow. 

Hydra knew there were more than one set of eyes out there, aiding her cause. Her own blue eyes fell upon the handsome figure of a man that had been doing just that, and she chuffed to him as she approached, tail swaying.