[There's a genuine smile, and Dany's about to utter something that she feels fits the moment, but it's something that she doesn't often say out loud- and then she hears footsteps in the strawberries and turns on her heels, whip at the ready.
She looks to Lydia, a newfound confidence in her eyes, and speaks softly.]
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She looks to Lydia, a newfound confidence in her eyes, and speaks softly.]
Now, Lydia.