[ While Stiles's concern is not lost on her — he's never been very good at hiding that sort of thing from his expression, in her experience — Lydia appreciates very much that he doesn't push on it. He's not keeping it a secret, at least acknowledging that he sees something wrong and knows they'll need to address it, but he's not, like, having a panic attack over it or anything. That's about the last thing she needs right now because she's kind of already secretly panicking enough. Her own concern being compounded by his would be too heavy to carry while she's still trying to wrap her head around what the holy hell is going on and how she even got here.
So she looks relieved when he's willing to leave it at that; that he trusts her and they'll figure out why she's having trouble remembering when there aren't more pressing things to worry about. ]
I mean, besides the fact that I'm here at all, no, I'm okay I think.
[ Her eyebrows lift in challenge at that particular question. What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Slowly and with a hint of slightly frustrated incredulity, ]
...no...
[ It's followed with a look that suggests he should probably explain himself before she takes offense. ]
no subject
So she looks relieved when he's willing to leave it at that; that he trusts her and they'll figure out why she's having trouble remembering when there aren't more pressing things to worry about. ]
I mean, besides the fact that I'm here at all, no, I'm okay I think.
[ Her eyebrows lift in challenge at that particular question. What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Slowly and with a hint of slightly frustrated incredulity, ]
...no...
[ It's followed with a look that suggests he should probably explain himself before she takes offense. ]