Moonspear different place, different time, all the stars are in their prime

Alya had to sit down, her legs made numb by her relief. She watched as if through a pool of rippling water as Hydra offered her ear to Lyra. Her heart thurum-thrumm'd in her throat, as though she was anxious or excited about this exchange - but truthfully, she felt very detatched from it. Later on, she would marvel and be grateful. Later on, she would be overcome once again by the love of her sisters.

For now, though, all she could do was try to focus on her breathing, and keep reminding herself that it was okay, she was still Alya, this wasn't the end.