She pulls her omni-tool out and oh. Look at that. Lots of messages. She makes a small sound, then redirects her attention to him.
"So?" She should have checked the date earlier, when she was looking at the map, but really she didn't think she had to worry about the date so much as the map.
Lydia wants to be haughty, she wants to keep her chin lifted up and she wants to just ignore all of the potential remarks that Stiles might have on how he was right. Except she swallows and she's seeing Jackson dying again.
She pushes that back, far away from herself. She's not going to do this. Not now. She knew. She knew because Stiles told her and yet back home it didn't change anything.
"I'm here now and I'm fine, whoever took me in must have wanted to ... ensure my safety." There, that sounds slightly less molest my unconscious body.
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"So?" She should have checked the date earlier, when she was looking at the map, but really she didn't think she had to worry about the date so much as the map.
Lydia wants to be haughty, she wants to keep her chin lifted up and she wants to just ignore all of the potential remarks that Stiles might have on how he was right. Except she swallows and she's seeing Jackson dying again.
She pushes that back, far away from herself. She's not going to do this. Not now. She knew. She knew because Stiles told her and yet back home it didn't change anything.
"I'm here now and I'm fine, whoever took me in must have wanted to ... ensure my safety." There, that sounds slightly less molest my unconscious body.