When Ragna apologized for leaving her alone, Lydia shook her head profusely. Hugging him tighter she told him with her voice no higher than a whisper, "It's not your fault. You had things to do. I'm just glad you're here now." She didn't blame him for his absence or what happened. It was not on Ragna that the demon had tried to rape her. It was on the demon alone. Still, when Ragna held her face so she could see his she noticed how his eyes seem to glow. Lydia had seen them like that before, but that had been on their first night together when they had rescued that girl from a group of demons camping in the woods not far away from Termina. Now his eyes held an deep anger in them and his words were thick with hatred. That he would be so furious for her sake, that he was so protective of her and cared for her even beyond the bonds of the Oath he swore to her... Lydia couldn't help but feel immensely grateful, and somewhere deep inside, in a part of her that was not still terrified, she was happy too.

He left her then for a bit--but just a bit--and she heard him roaring his order throughout the entire household. In the minute that he was gone Lydia put on the fresh tunic that had been meant for her. She needed to wear something that covered more than the towel did. The tunic, with it's long sleeves and hem that fell about her thighs halfway to her knees, would do for now until she could get fully dressed. Lydia was no longer shaking nearly as bad, Ragna's words having soothed her nerves somewhat. However, when he came back and embraced her once more she clung to him as if her life depended on it. Her arms wrapped around his massive shoulders and she returned his kiss, begging silently for him to show her that she no longer had to be afraid.

After they broke the kiss Lydia lay her head against Ragna's chest once again. She nodded wordlessly at his assurance that he would make sure that the demon who had done this suffered for it. His words were vehement. One could argue that Ragna's demonic side was showing more than his human side, but Lydia would disagree with that. In her travels as a sword for hire there had been several times when she had tracked down rapists. Lydia did usually not condone torture or brutal deaths, but in some cases the halfing, protector of those who could not defend themselves, made an exception. Rapists were one of those exceptions. Those men and women that Lydia had caught she tortured and killed in the most brutal way possible. She would be lying if she said that those deaths hadn't given her a twisted sense of pleasure, but after the fact of the deaths it was the victims that her heart went out to.

Now even after Lydia herself had almost been a victim, part of her wanted to hunt down that demon herself and tear him limb from limb. But at the moment she didn't have the strength of heart to follow through with that dark wish. Lydia didn't even consider telling Ragna not to kill the hated hell spawn. Even in her shaken state she wanted justice to be done, and Ragna was willing to do it on her behalf.

"Thank you," she said gratefully, her voice still small and quiet compared to the usual sureness it held. Looking up at him, she beseeched, "Will you stay with me for a while, Ragna? I won't keep you the whole night if you have work still do be done, but will you stay with me for just a bit longer? Please?"