Moonspear neresā

She wasted no time speaking, her words peppered with an accent he could not place had he wanted to. Somewhere in that span he became aware of Hydra coming to him—this being the one time his gaze broke with Andraste—but thereafter, his attention was held raptly on their company.

He didn't think she needed damning by anyone; it had already happened and first by her own hand alone. Yet it was Hydra who took charge of things and rendered him into silence in a brusque manner. He could feel the taut chord of simmering emotions in her tone and knew that the very situation stoked a fire deep and primordial within her as it did him. He thought certain they had proven their capabilities to go above and beyond over the elk for the errant children in their lot; the fact a threat loitered close to their doorstep did little but incite them to set teeth to bone.

That said, he tried not to think of the possibilities of things awry regarding that. A threat to Dragomir and Isilmë meant one for them, and one for theirs; the hackles along his spine had long prickled and rose at the premise of such grim designs laid before them. Hydra's derision wound him too, though the antipathy which he held Andraste was far less bold and keening.

"We should have @Arcturus and @Lyra round up the children," he intoned blasé, only to add firmer, "just in case we have any guests while we're gone." Just in case this proved to be some elaborate ruse; the thought of being led out to the lake on a fool's errand did not sit well with him, and it would certainly drive any final nails into the coffin that hadn't already found their mark.