Lydia settled down at breakfast, glad of something so very prosaic and British after her distressing night, though she made a point of commenting on how different it was from breakfast back home, as the countess often said such things.<br/><br/>She listened to the chatter about horses with amusement, content for the time being to simply enjoy her tea and practice looking slightly foreign and exotic. She gave the child she caught a glimpse of a small, pleasant smile.<br/><br/>As the widowed countess was sometimes a bit risque, when she was not simply making slight misinterpretations of the English language, she replied to Charlotte with a smile, "I have found that there are advantages to both sorts of steeds. It depends on my mood, yes? A ride with a wild steed is very exciting, of course... But there is something to be said for the familiar and comforting too..."<br/><br/>Her expression grew a little abstract for a moment as she heard the strange music again, though she was practiced enough to hide it quickly.