Lysa hadn't even thought twice when the news of Warren's speech had leaked out to come see her friend and support him. She'd played with the idea of bringing a sign, but she didn't want to feed the ego-beast. She was dressed casually, but was on semi alert. You never knew.
When Warren stepped on the stage she waved at him before settling down to listen. She'd watched Warren go from a playboy that cared little to a friend who was willing to get himself disowned by his family to help the Haven and it's population. For that alone she was proud of him and she'd let him know.