Silverlight Terrace here's to the ones who dream

Hydra did not know of any of his designs for her; she perceived him as tightlipped, and remarkable at keeping his cards close to his chest. That his return was for her was, at present, lost on her; though she liked to imagine it so. She fed her vanity as often as she could. And so, when he spoke that he was brave, Hydra nodded her head; why should she not believe him? His being brave was for himself; she did not know how he held his tongue, to tell his truth to her and let it be known. 

She simply smiled. Nothing you do will be worth nothing unless you believe it so, Hydra said with a tilt of her head. She always had believed in him. Seen so much in him. Perhaps now he had tapped into it. She wanted to know, to figure it out... but perhaps he did not desire that as she did. 

I must return home. Perhaps you could escort me? She invited with a grin. Perhaps you could stay— but she would never make such a decision for him, though she wished to. Let it be his own will that led him there.