[Lydia wakes up from a deep sleep when she hears a familiar voice. Her eyelids are heavy as she reaches sleepily on the bedside table for the communicator.
She didn't have a good night's sleep. Not for part of it, anyway. She woke up with her stomach twisting and feeling heavy, with tears in her eyes and that terrible chill in her spine. Luckily, though, Stiles was there. Like he always is. Like he still is now, with arms wrapped around her and his face buried in her hair. But the nightmare, feeling, whatever it was, just as it shook her awake, it went away. And with a few soothing words, apparently, she crashed hard. She has no idea what time it is, or even if she's really awake as she hears a very perky version of the familiar voice.
Lydia props herself up slightly and as she answers with a video of her own, in the darkness of the room, it's impossible to see much more than an aura of red hair and her pale face. She's not entirely sure she's awake.]
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She didn't have a good night's sleep. Not for part of it, anyway. She woke up with her stomach twisting and feeling heavy, with tears in her eyes and that terrible chill in her spine. Luckily, though, Stiles was there. Like he always is. Like he still is now, with arms wrapped around her and his face buried in her hair. But the nightmare, feeling, whatever it was, just as it shook her awake, it went away. And with a few soothing words, apparently, she crashed hard. She has no idea what time it is, or even if she's really awake as she hears a very perky version of the familiar voice.
Lydia props herself up slightly and as she answers with a video of her own, in the darkness of the room, it's impossible to see much more than an aura of red hair and her pale face. She's not entirely sure she's awake.]
Allison?