Lydia stayed by the sofa while his body tried to expel what wasn't there anymore, one hand straying to his back to brush lightly there. She'd been prepared to move quickly to clean up any mess, but given the dry retching she stayed where she was, her own recent need to try and get every bit of things out of her making her more than a little sympathetic.

Her hand slid away, falling helplessly to her lap at the name, shame prickling through her like the beginnings of a wildfire. What could she say, really?

"Yes."