Moonspear BWP5—siren

Hydra sniffed at the earth, and then the air, hoping to catch wind of something healthier here; as of yet, there was nothing. It caused a deep scowl to set on her features, and she thought to search for Dirge again to bring to him her recent unsettling find. She had thought she had heard another nearby, and turned to see Dragomir; her expression softened significantly, her upset not being with him but with natures upheaval. 

She nodded to his inquiry, drawling, of course, as she moved towards him; so long as she was around, she wanted to be someone he felt he could speak with. This was his home now, and Hydra hoped for his comfort in every regard. While she was certain the training he endured might cause him some physical pain, she felt he would be stronger for it so long as he heeded his body and did not overexert himself to bring on additional pains. 

These were idle thoughts that rifled through her mind, and she looked him over for any signs of new hurt or turmoil but could find none of the physical variety. Satisfied with that at least, she looks to his face and listens.