That's...more reassuring, actually. Lydia has no reason to lie, and neither does Stiles, and that's way too much to be a coincidence. You have to trust that you're too important for that too happen. That really lifts her spirits, hearing that. That she matters. That somehow, even though she's here, that her friends aren't without her after all. That she's still fighting the good fight back home.

Rachel nods, slowly, biting her lip. She manages a small smile, though, squeezing Lydia's hand back. "Thanks, Lydia," she says, her voice a little hoarse, but it's genuine. "It's just...god. All of this is too much. I don't even know what I'm doing here, if I'm still back home somehow. Or how I'm here."