Lydia had been crying for a time now when she heard the resounding footsteps pounding on the floor of the bedroom. Afraid that the demon she had sent off might be coming for revenge, the halfling quickly scrambled to the side of the tub where she had dropped the holy dagger. She snatched it up and climbed out of the tub, ready to defend herself if necessary even though she was soaking wet and without even a towel. Lydia had only used her sealing spell on a couple of occasions. She wasn't exactly sure how strong it was, but she hoped it would hold. Then Ragna's voice came through the doors and she uttered a cry of relief.

The spell dropped and Lydia rushed to the door. Opening it, she peered around but only saw herself and Ragna. Knowing that it was just the two of them, she felt safe enough to fully open the door, exposing the fact that she fact that she no longer had a towel or clothes to cover her. Although Ragna had seen her like that before, Lydia suddenly felt very self-conscious. She made to retrieve her towel from the floor where the demon servant had discarded it. As she set her dagger among her other things to pick up the towel and wrap it around her, the halfling's hands shook visibly. Hell, her entire body was quivering. Lydia was trying desperately to keep from crying. She didn't want to cry in front of Ragna. Not now. Not here.

It was no use. When Lydia turned back to Ragna and looked up into his face--familiar, scarred but still handsome, and kind to her--she burst into tears again. She closed the short distance between them and wrapped her arms around him as she buried her face into his shirt. Through hiccups and sobs Lydia managed to tell Ragna what had happened while he was gone. She hated these feelings. Being scared. Feeling weak. Lydia was just glad that she had been outraged, mostly at being compared to the elves for whom her hatred ran deep. That she had a holy weapon and knew a few holy spells had helped as well, but if Lydia had initially frozen up she knew exactly what might have happened. She was just glad that Ragna was here now. She knew that she shouldn't cling to him like this when they were in his manor, but at the moment it was something she simply couldn't help.