"Only with birthday gifts..." is Rydia's reply to Anders. How long has it been from the last time she properly joined a hunt? There is little she can offer in terms of defenses so she simply holds her whip with one hand while the other is already searching in her supply of potions.

"Well..." Rydia comments before chugging down a fire resistance potion "Let's open the dances." she raises her whip and the air crackles while she readies a thunder spell.