"This...might be a strange request." Lydia is resisting the urge to bite her lips in nerves. She had planned to save her film for Heroes of Light photos. The artist in her is too taken by the possibilities of the striking woman before her surrounded by all the flowers.

It's beautiful.

"I was hoping I could take a photograph of you?" Lydia is entirely prepared to explain what that means, if she needs to. Not everyone understood cameras, Hero of Light or not.