Faith and hope are tricky things, because having them takes a lot more effort and energy than Lydia's had lately, but losing them can be a dangerous thing. Not all faith is lost to Lydia, of course; she's learning to fight. She's commissioned weapons. She's opened a shop that a decent client base has been built within, so that's always something. But it's not always enough.

"I'm learning. I'm all right at it, but I'm not amazing. I think the biggest problem with learning to fight from Matt is that our schedules don't really allow us a whole lot of time to work on it. We do what we can, but..." her voice trails off and she shrugs, frowning. It's not enough. Nothing in this place is ever enough. He works really hard with her, but without time to really dedicate to it properly, Lydia feels like she's making a slow progress.

Her brow creases a little and she looks down. "Right now, honestly, I've got enough in me to fight off someone maybe Matt-sized, but if someone built like you or more than one person came at me, I'd be fucked," she says bluntly.