Moving her eyes back to the front to watch where she was walking, Lydia nodded as well. "Some of us are built for survival," she said, "stronger, faster, better equipped for that. But without brain to balance the brawn, societies fall too fast," she went on.
Finally, Lydia looked over at him again. "That's why there's people here who don't know anything about survival. The gods aren't just looking for that, clearly. They want a balance. They want smart people, too. Problem solvers," she clarified a little. "And I don't know about you, but I'm not a very useful contributor to the hunting, fishing, running, jumping, climbing trees stuff."
She stopped walking. "My greatest contribution in this kind of a place, in a primitive place, is only really ever going to be my childbearing ability. So that's what I need to do best. And I think it's safe to say that, here, best and first are one in the same." She paused to let Stiles take in what she had to say, waiting to see if he'd put the puzzle together on his own or if his own insecurity would force her to break it down even further.