Lydia was the first companion I earned the use of in Skyrim. After slaying my first dragon, the Jarl of Whiterun provided me with Lydia to travel with me and help me in fights. She has been invaluable, helping defeat enemies I would never have defeated on my own.
She’s clumsy. She sets off traps left and right. She gets lost easily. She runs in front of me when I’m casting flame spells, but for some reason, she’s endearing. She’s with me everywhere and Katie has gotten used to me talking to Lydia when playing.
Katie looks at me like I’m crazy. Then she laughs. Even though Lydia rarely speaks and is easily replaceable with another companion, there’s something about her that makes her endearing. Perhaps it’s because we’ve been through so much. I don’t know.
But this article, on Rock, Paper, Shotgun, perfectly describes how great she is and the players distress at her death. It’s both funny and totally on point. Couldn’t disagree with a word the writer put down.
I would re-blog this a thousand times if it brought Lydia back. I set up a funeral pyre and decorated it with wild mountain flowers and lavender. I also placed my current weapon and the circlets she wore next to her to accompany her in the next life. R.I.P. Lydia. No
companion friend will ever be capable of filling even 1/4 of your shoes.