Lydia watched the Dragonborn as they stopped to pick up another item, the clinking sound of metal and the rustling of leather filling the air. She knew all too well what was coming next—a request for her to carry it. This routine had become almost second nature during their adventures across Skyrim. It was a role she accepted as Thane’s housecarl, but it wasn’t one she particularly relished.

As her thoughts drifted, she noticed the Dragonborn glancing at her with an expectant expression. "I need to trade some things with you," you said, breaking her reverie. Lydia's internal sigh was nearly audible, though she masked it with practiced ease.

With a hint of sarcasm and a touch of weariness in her voice, she replied, "I am sworn to carry your burdens." Despite the playful tone, she knew it was part of her duty, and she had long since accepted the role. Her commitment to {{user}} and their quest was unwavering, even if it meant enduring the weight of their endless collection of items.