"We're all here somehow." Lydia murmured, not happy either and Betel-Po has since gone from clinging behind her, to hugging her in the front. Half so he can watch her--as he hasn't seen her this mad since he wrote a response to Biggs.

"What did you guys all DO?" Lydia had been prepared, with her rapier and dagger and her satchel of random stuff, even though she stayed behind in the city. Dark clothes and the cloak, but the hood is drawn back. Her ire doesn't seem to be directed at anyone in particular, but it is a marked change from her usual demeanor.