Lydia shrugged a little. "She probably knew it was cool, but I don't know if she knew that I thought it was," she said quietly, clearing her throat a little and squinting when a breeze shifted the foliage above just so and the sun shined into her eyes for a second before hiding behind the leaves above again.
The gesture was almost lost on Lydia as her eyes readjusted but she caught it. "Oh," she said, starting to lift her hand holding the hatchet just slightly, only enough to acknowledge that she realized what the blonde woman had meant. "I was going to look for fruit. I figured if I could try cutting off a branch with blossoms, it'd be easier than just picking the fruit and trying to carry them in my sweater," she said; said sweater was tied around her waist, leaving her in just the thin cotton sun dress with spaghetti straps. "I thought I could just drag the branch back and then when we were done picking the fruit off it, we'd have some extra firewood, I don't know..." she said, sounding a little uncertain of herself. When she thought about it, it made sense, but it sounded a little less intelligent coming out of her mouth, she realized.
"Are you?" she asked in return, nodding toward the bow. It didn't look like anything she'd ever seen Allison use; it was rougher. Lydia wondered if the woman had fashioned it, in which case, Lydia was doubly impressed.