Bramblepoint my seat is leather,

Hydra listened to him as he spoke on. If the golden man had left before things got worse... well, he ought to be here by now, or else, home. She had not seen him return, and so Hydra had her next task and her sisters with her. You should have, she agreed, but you had the right idea. He needs to be dealt with—once and for all. He will only harm more. Even when given the chance to survive, to live as we all thought him dead... it is his nature. She shook her head. 

Lyra asked her question then, and Hydra listened still. It was a good thing to know, and Hydra felt an immense appreciation for Lyra's forethought. Hydra's own mind, in the meanwhile, was in several different places. Surely Redhawk would move alongside she and her sisters to tear Titmouse asunder? But there was the matter of the once-prince. Hydra needed to retrieve him, too, bring him home safely. He was family now, and more than that, his fierce spirit lit a fire within her soul. Perhaps he was the man to build empires with—he seemed more than willing to burn the named enemy to the ground. 

She was cross with him, though, for the very same reason her mirror image was. For now, there was the matter of Tegan. Was he well enough to return home? Did he need escorting? Ought he stay with Moonspear for a brief time, if he was not well enough? Lyra would tell, and she waited for this.