Betel-Po shot him a thumbs-up, and did his best to nudge Lydia. She didn't need much persuading, now that the floodgate was open so to speak. Still with her hood up and buried in her cloak, but Lydia moved. Leaning against Ira, burying her head against his neck and shoulder and crying silently as her shoulders shook.

It was likely to be several minutes still before the flood of emotions will ebb.