When it became clear he wasn't going to argue, Lydia relaxed a bit from her defensive posture. The smile had her grinning back herself. "I don't blame you for worrying about them--I mean, they're...not quite a friend, but they are someone you feel a connection to obviously. So you care, and that means you worry."

It was obvious to her.

"In any case, you are still Ira. My friend. Who clearly needs to learn how to use a Rapier instead of a larger sword." Drawing her own blade, stance shifting as she saluted him and then faced the target. "En Garde, Moisieur Haybale!"