Moonspear the secret face within the tapestry

Oh? She inquired as he mentioned Lyra. Naturally, Hydra knew all of the details of that particular meeting, down to every ear flick. Terance, Rannoch, and her younger brother Jarilo, too. She smiled as she herself moved to circle him loosely, only to settle broadside and drape her muzzle over his shoulders with a sigh. Hydra quite enjoyed being near to him, especially as of late. How did that all go? She hummed, enjoying the peace for once. Enjoying, too, the sound of his voice. 

His next words were met with silence, first. Of course, she knew what he was asking of her; and from him, she did expect it. He was a suitor of hers after all. Caring was something of a duty he ought to attend to. If he was to remain a suitor, though, he must know in full whose web he was being ensnared in. She was no preying mantis, at least—but she was no less dangerous. I have gotten my own revenge. I found her killer and took his eye, she informed him, for the future Galaxy will never see. I wanted to kill him, but there were more reasons than one she had not. His family, for one; her mother and father, for another. If any deserved to rip out his jugular, it was them.