Lydia nodded solemnly at his words, though she couldn't help but smile a little when he squeezed her hand. Still she knew that Ragna was right in that running away would only make her feel worse. If she were to run away she would feel cowardly and weak, both feelings she hated, and would only scorn herself further for feeling like that. No, she would face whatever may come. In her heart she knew that in the end she might still die by Ragna's hand if his king commanded it. But if that happened Lydia could at least rest assured that Ragna was only doing as commanded and that he had, in some way, cared for her. It wouldn't be terrible to die an honest death by a friend's hand, though she began to wonder what might happen to Ragna after as he had sworn an oath to keep her from harm and, having killed her, would have broken said oath. Lydia did not wish to dwell on such matters now, but she knew she might need to address them soon.

Giving Ragna's hand a gentle squeeze, Lydia said, "No need to apologize. I certainly don't trust your king, either, but at least I'm going to meet him with you by my side and not some other demon with a penchant for torture." She let out a small laugh to show that she had been joking, though the matter was quite serious. "Yes, we can make a detour to get you some armor. Which way do we need to go now?"