Lydia knows that he's going to worry and that there's nothing he can do to not worry. Surprisingly, she's okay with it this time. Mostly because she's worried herself. In the shower, she mostly presses to the wall and lets the water run over her. She scrubs where she can, inspecting every inch of herself that she can see. The scar from Peter is still there, angry and pointing out that vulnerable time in her life, but that's all that's there. She doesn't see any puncture marks, no skin irritation that would be indicative of being held against her will. There's nothing, which is as much frustrating as it is confusing.

So Lydia lets the water just run over her. She lets it run until it's nearly cold. She lets it run until she can't feel the water anymore, just a press of temperature to her skin. Shutting the shower off, she sits on the floor in the bathroom, towel wrapped tight across her as her hair drips water into a puddle. Eventually, she dries off and twists her hair up in a towel while she redresses. She pats at her hair, shaking it through the towel and running her fingers through it. She doesn't dry it, doesn't look to put make-up on or anything else. She just gets dressed and moves to rejoin Stiles.