Moonspear under her dark wings

The sisters converged upon one another, and Hydra moved to lean into Alya and embrace her with her typical rough fondness. She had missed her sister so, which she was certain her mirror image would know. The crushing sorrow that loss had brought to her was very nearly nothing in comparison to the joy she selfishly felt in seeing Alya and knowing she had returned to her. She found her voice at last, and pressed: stay, for now more than ever Hydra needed her.