[ There's a blanket in the backseat of her car; Allison's always prepared, now, for the inevitable, and the recent blizzard coming out of nowhere had taught her she was going to need something if she ever got caught in the snow in her car until someone could come for her. It's not particularly pretty, but it's an extra layer, and as soon as she's got Lydia in the passenger seat of the car, she's leaning over her to grab it, shaking it out and bundling her up in it, making sure her feet are wrapped up. Frostbite is a bitch, and she's pretty sure that Lydia will be pissed if she has to get her feet amputated.
She pauses, for a second, when she realizes what Lydia is saying, and then resumes tucking her in and putting her seat belt on. ] I promise I'm here, Lydia.
[ She's not sure what else to say after that — either Lydia will believe her or she won't, and Allison isn't going to push. She remembers her first days here, dazed, confused, two conflicting sets of memories pushing their way through her brain (werewolves? Space? Werewolves in space?? She's dead but not anymore but never was in the first place???), and considering Lydia's powers— well. No wonder. She makes sure Lydia is secure, and then closes the door gently, making her way around to the driver's side of the car. The chill in the air is biting, and she shivers a little as she climbs into the car, her only thought that if she's cold, Lydia must be nearing hypothermia. She needs to hurry. Allison starts the engine of her car and drives out of the alley. The roads still have snow and slush on them, and she's not used to driving in it, so it's slow, but her house isn't far.
Well. It's their house now, isn't it? ] Stiles and Malia are here, too.
[ She says finally, casually, trying to fill the silence and bring Lydia out of her stupor. ] I'm sure they'll be glad to see you.
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She pauses, for a second, when she realizes what Lydia is saying, and then resumes tucking her in and putting her seat belt on. ] I promise I'm here, Lydia.
[ She's not sure what else to say after that — either Lydia will believe her or she won't, and Allison isn't going to push. She remembers her first days here, dazed, confused, two conflicting sets of memories pushing their way through her brain (werewolves? Space? Werewolves in space?? She's dead but not anymore but never was in the first place???), and considering Lydia's powers— well. No wonder. She makes sure Lydia is secure, and then closes the door gently, making her way around to the driver's side of the car. The chill in the air is biting, and she shivers a little as she climbs into the car, her only thought that if she's cold, Lydia must be nearing hypothermia. She needs to hurry. Allison starts the engine of her car and drives out of the alley. The roads still have snow and slush on them, and she's not used to driving in it, so it's slow, but her house isn't far.
Well. It's their house now, isn't it? ] Stiles and Malia are here, too.
[ She says finally, casually, trying to fill the silence and bring Lydia out of her stupor. ] I'm sure they'll be glad to see you.