( Lydia's brows lift up over an expression that can't decide if she's uncertain of that claim, or fully skeptical. she kind of trusts nothing about any of this. )

I don't know. I was sort of assuming this was all a mastermind plan of yours. ( it sure wasn't her idea; Lydia has never dreamed about being shackled to a stranger in someone's garden-maze. ) Can you get up? Like, are you hurt, I mean.