Lydia hadn't even been at the battle, but once more she and the others who hadn't fought are there. Betel-Po is clinging to her back, muttering unhappily. "Hello?"

Oh hi there, have one of the Heroes not present at the battle calling out. "Guys? Did...Did you guys beat the Weapon?" The darkness is not as scary as it could be for her--she's more concerned for everyone else. Keeping a tight hold on her own Crystal which is as white and clear to this day as when she was first brought in as a captive.