No, he doesn't know. He would, if she bothered to tell him just what Peter had done to her mind - but he isn't holding his breath for any of that. Lydia Martin is quite possibly one of the most infuriating human beings ever to come into existence, and it would just figure that he's going to be stuck with her here.

Any thoughts he might have had on asking her just what had driven her to do what she did in the first place halt right where they are, swirling around in the recesses of his mind along with everything else when that hand comes up. It doesn't have any hope at all of connecting, but her attempt is admirable.

Derek catches her hand when it's only inches away from his cheek, just for the effect, fingers curling around the fragile bones of her wrist and giving a soft growl from the back of his throat.

He doesn't say anything. Not yet. He wants to see what her reaction is, first. His eyes briefly flash red, however - a sliver of light, of power before fading back to their normal hazel.