Moonspear you win or you die

Hydra ]hmmm'd at his inquiry, considering. Not Arcturus. He would not break. He has learned the art of patience from me, more likely inherited from their mother, truth be told, and learned how to exercise it through them both. Hydra blinked as he spoke of undoing her work, and with an impish grin she rejoined: undo? I think their shrill little howls might be the best sort of torture yet. Shame I did not think of it, came her delighted counter. 

Shrill was hardly the word for it; when they all sang together, Hydra felt what it truly was to have a heart. Hydra moved to sidle directly alongside him and nestle herself neatly beneath his chin, ear pressing against his chest to listen to his heartbeat for a calm and quiet moment. Implicit trust in him allowed all of this terrible vulnerability; she loved him, she loved their children, she loved her brothers, her sisters—her family. What she would not do for them!