Big Salmon Lake cover the face, blanket the body

Hydra was perplexed by this. Why not? She drawled, more curious than anything. Ying seemed willing to share, and Hydra for the timebeing was willing to listen. Those that hurt her Hydra hurt back—or, she let their own life come for them, as it seemed to when she could not reach them. Hurting others that have nothing to do with it is an easy way to meet your quick end, she hummed, while those that hurt you live on. Pain free, Hydra imagined, given Ying could not hurt them.

She wondered what Ying might make of that; would it alter her path, any, or how she sought to alleviate her own hurts and stress? Hydra could only guess, though perhaps Ying would enlighten her.