Lydia both hated and loved traveling with the Kahjiit Dovahkiin. There once was a time (that, of course, she would never regale her Jarl with) when they were in the Forsworn Ruins near Alduin's Wall. Somehow her Thane had managed to pick up a lovable and entirely too talkative dog.
It was a wonder how they were able to get along. The Dovahkiin showed remarkable kindness when she fed the poor wretch some of their precious meat and began rubbing his fur. She had, since then, taken to calling him 'Scruffles.'
As they searched the Forsworn Ruins, a Forsworn had been fighting the Kahjiit when his companion suddenly turned from combat with Lydia and stabbed her Thane so hard the Elvish Armor was pierced and the barbed blade ran clean out the other side.
Delphine and Esbern had agreed to spend the night so the Kahjiit could recover. There were only three sleeping mats left behind from the Forsworn, though.
Lydia, embarrassingly enough, was forced to share one with the Dovahkiin. After watching the Kahjiit exhaust herself by healing both her wounds and Scruffles's, Lydia smiled as the Dovahkiin swallowed a potion to tend to both Lydia and rework her Elvish Armor.
Lydia, staying awake out of sheer embarrassment, startled and blushed scarlet when the Dovahkiin, proving herself to be cat-like once more, somehow managed to curl herself completely onto Lydia's torso, using her bosom as a pillow.
Eventually the Housecarl drifted off, unable to attain the deep-sleep-yet-wide-awake state that the cat appeared to. She was startled out of her sleep once more when the Kahjiit's sharp claws began kneading her side gently.
There was something sweet and utterly cute about how kittenish the fierce Dragonslayer looked sleeping.
Lydia managed to bite back an embarrassed yelp when she saw and felt Scruffles curl up on her legs.