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

When given the go ahead, Hydra measured the marks upon Alya's ear and then pressed her fangs against Lyra's. It was quick, easy, and as perfect as it could be—and even the expert eye would have difficulty discerning the amateur work of two girls devoted to their similarity. Hydra did not move to lick at the bloodied wound, not wanting to increase the tear any more. She looked to Lyra and asked, is there a quick way to stop the bleeding? That wouldn't effect the mark they had.