Moonspear neresā

Hydra's ears flicked as the woman was named, given a face; she committed the words to memory. It seemed Andraste would not heed her command, but then the woman ruled by herself was not hers to. In this alone did Hydra see the woman's worth when it came to allegiances: none at all! So furious was she that she surged forward to prevent Andraste from leaving, creating a moon as she circled to Andraste's opposing side to be nearer to her face... though it was only to ask this in an icy breath:

His eyes. Was there only one? 

Had he returned? Not here—but now here. Did he think he had pushed her son from great heights? Did he think— 

She should have killed him, she thought. She would kill him now, she knew. His mistake had been in his return; it did not bode well for him. Boy—he had always looked like a boy, stunted and small with his fear. He had lurked, had he not? And skulked away, and pissed himself—but had still killed Galaxy. And now the mercenary father of... 

Dragomir would know, would he not? She could confirm with him if she did not find him at the lake. Whoever was there, unless it was Vengeance—who had fought the woman who was now enemy—would surely pay the price of going against those that were now hers... but her belief in this moment, her horror come to life, was that he hunted her family. 

If that was so, she would need to hunt him—bring this all to an end. 

Hydra's ear twitched toward Dirge; she agreed with him, and the other one that cupped backward too was her beckoning of him doing so so they could move out.