[ She's a little distracted, just because she's driving. Whatever attention she can spare towards Lydia is freely given, and she hazards a glance over at her friend for a brief second. ]
Lydia, what happened to you?
[ She asks the question quietly, concerned and maybe a little angry. She doesn't have the most clear memories from what she was told during her time on the spaceship, but she knows enough to know Lydia was never this distraught. And Lydia never accused her of being fake. The Nemeton maybe?
Something worse? She spares a brief thought to Peter Hale, and how traumatized Lydia had been after that. If he's done something to her, he was going to wish all she did was shove a stun baton up his ass. ]
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[ She's a little distracted, just because she's driving. Whatever attention she can spare towards Lydia is freely given, and she hazards a glance over at her friend for a brief second. ]
Lydia, what happened to you?
[ She asks the question quietly, concerned and maybe a little angry. She doesn't have the most clear memories from what she was told during her time on the spaceship, but she knows enough to know Lydia was never this distraught. And Lydia never accused her of being fake. The Nemeton maybe?
Something worse? She spares a brief thought to Peter Hale, and how traumatized Lydia had been after that. If he's done something to her, he was going to wish all she did was shove a stun baton up his ass. ]