He might have to bend down if he wanted to keep that hand on her shoulder, as Lydia pulled her hood up, and her cloak around her. A surprised noise from BP, before he was clinging to her again and trilling softly. Especially as Lydia fell to her knees, and sort of curled in on herself in a ball of misery, shoulders shaking and sobs barely heard.

"She hasn't been crying though kupo." BP huffed, face twisting in a scowl. "She's been too busy doing her best to be strong for everyone else kupo." Turning to Ira, as he and Lin at least seemed to be properly concerned. "She's been battling insomnia and nightmares kupo. Trying to be strong and not get too close to anyone, even though she wants to. Do you know she volunteered, to be bait, during the serial killings? She didn't like how everyone was fighting and felt she could contribute that way kupo." Back to his hero, and hugging her tightly. "Lyds tries so hard to be a good Hero, even when she's not sure what that means."