Lydia got the feeling that there was a lot more to that story that maybe Sara didn't want to share for one reason or another and Lydia wasn't going to pry, but she couldn't help being curious. Watching someone with the skill set that Sara clearly had made it hard to imagine them without those skills. "Oh, it's useful," Lydia laughed. "Without people with your skills, we'd probably have failed before we even got started," she admitted freely. Credit where it was due, and all. But then Sara went on and Lydia's eyebrows lifted. "Yeah...?" she asked.
For a moment, Lydia was quiet, working on the task at hand and then she looked up again, chewing her bottom lip. She silently acknowledged that Sara was probably referring to Isaac and Lydia didn't say anything, because she wasn't sure whether Isaac was keen on sharing the whole werewolf thing with the class, yet, and it wasn't her place to spill the beans.
"Do you know how to defend yourself?" she asked after a long pause. Her eyes moved back down to her working hands because Lydia was, admittedly, a little ashamed of the thoughts running through her mind, but if she wanted to actually be able to grow, she needed to acknowledge them and heal from the wounds they left behind. "My friend, the archer...she died," she shared without looking up. "She died trying to protect me because I couldn't protect myself."
The teenager's eyes shifted up to look at the other woman and she was careful to keep her expression more neutral than she felt actually saying it out loud to someone living and present for the first time. "I don't want to be helpless anymore. I don't want Allison to have died for nothing."