Good was not a word she would use to describe herself. Though it wouldn't do any good to say she was an expert. Formerly a member of some of the best, most terrifying. Lydia didn't need to know her past. "Pushing you isn't a problem. Patience I have." Most of the time.
She hadn't expected anyone would want to learn self-defense. This place was supposed to be peaceful. But she might feel different if she was here and feeling defenseless.
She'd be strict, Sara didn't know if Lydia really would commit, but she'd give the girl a try. "Okay, then." she agreed, setting down another shoot, and folding her hands in front of her on her lap. "Mornings, then." she offered, "When it's light out, but before it gets too hot for now." Sara was used to training in heat at this point. Nanda Parbat was horribly hot, so she could function just fine, in clothes much heavier than what she had now. "We don't need you passing out from the heat."