Moonspear 'cause they got powers and stuff

Hydra's gaze again turned to the hare once Ying moved it; Hydra moved to grab it and place it beside her, nodding in quiet and earnest thanks. That Ying had come to say goodbye prior to returning to the coast was a sentiment that Hydra did not miss—she wondered if she truly might find a friend in Ying. Alya would be proud to know she considered it. 

So, Ying would be returning to the Coast soon to get her answer... and then she would return, sooner rather than later. Hydra did enjoy the punctuality of it, thinking there was no time to lose were they to combine their efforts. The request to talk beforehand, to know one another better, was not one Hydra could say she anticipated. Nor one that she minded; Hydra did enjoy to talk about herself after all, though she rarely did so. Hydra could not be called humble, but nor could she be called boastful. She was simply a woman who was able to recognize, and acknowledge, their own power. What was the shame in that? 

We may, Hydra granted, reclining onto her haunches and observing Ying's mindfulness gratefully. Tell me who you are then, Ying, she offered, her low voice not devoid of some degree of warmth, with much interest; Ying had been given ample insight on who Hydra was through their previous interactions after all, and Hydra desired to know more of her companion. As for the phrasing, Hydra had no judgment to pass; if she could piece what was said together, that was all that mattered.