Big Salmon Lake Pandora's Box

Was it? Hydra had not thought so, and even still did not—but if everything must have a name, or a place, or an alignment within the others mind then so be it. As long as she knew the point of it: no god had saved her. To blame the choices of others on gods felt wrong to Hydra; it was a cop-out, for the other. Sarah had not been saved by god but by her decision to flee at last. No god guided the strings of those that went against Sarah that day—they had decided to act upon her words. Hydra could admit she had made the command because she had, and took no issue with it. If Sarah had run to start with she likely would not have the injuries she sustained or suffered from her infection... the worst injury likely would have been, to that make-believe end, the others pride. 

To an extent Hydra could understand Sarah's frustration. She was not only hungry now but hurt. Sarah placed the blame on Hydra rather than herself for perhaps some relief from the feeling of failure... as she thought on it, Hydra imagined she might do the same if she was dealing with infection and hunger both as the other did. 

When Sarah spoke, she found her question answered and was met with some surprise as she shared her relation with Terance. Hydra had to laugh as she jubilantly drawled: it is no wonder you fought! Your brother thought he could best a bear once—I see you share the same fighting spirit, her tail waved to think of it, and her opinion of Sarah shifted drastically. Terance, too, had lost. Frowning some as Hydra took stock of the others injuries once more; though Sarah had answered one question she had not yet answered the other. Hydra would likely ask again, but felt this more important: If you wish, my sister can treat your wounds, at this point, it was the least Hydra felt she could do for Sarah. Though she still felt that the other had gotten herself into that situation and had no one but herself to blame for it, knowing who and where she came from was what caused Hydra to extend something of an olive branch. 

Hydra, too, in her way, had come to appreciate Sarah's approach; it had her brother written all over it, who the Ostrega, like it or not, still cared plenty for.