That hits him hard and Gale catches himself staring at her in surprise for a moment, not sure what to say. Thankfully, a distraction is provided when they're asked about orders, and he asks for the chicken as well, with potatoes and carrots, hoping for a small reminder of home.

Lydia would help save his family again, huh? With any luck, the need would never arise, but Gale knows better than to count on that. There are few people that have expressed such a sentiment to him, though, and all of them have been in the Fifth. It's strange, but... refreshing, in a way, to hear that from an outsider. And a Greek, at that, when they'd been taught that Romans and Greeks could never get along. They've proven that wrong already, more than a few times.

But he has to tune those thoughts out, because Lydia's speaking again. "In a natural way," Gale echoes, the meaning almost lost on him. His brow furrows as he thinks it over. "I... Yeah, I guess you're right. What's that got to do with it?"