Lydia sighed, curling her hands around her tea after passing Olivier's her own. "I know. Yuffie'll probably be out and about, and Mr. Ken.." She trails off, squeezing her eyes shut as she'd been trying to not dwell on it.

A deep breath in and out, pulling her tea up and sipping form it. "I know I'll do better going away. Especially since while I've gotten better, I'm not a fighter still. Scouting, running messages, and planning I can do."