[She nods as Lydia looks into her face...and she can see something there, something she thinks was part of the earlier confusion and odd behavior, and none of it does anything to lessen her worry.]

I'm fine...Lydia, I'm okay. [Taking Lydia by the shoulders, she steers her over to her bed, making her sit down on the edge. Her eyes are too bright, and she's too emotional because she has Lydia back, she's not alone and Lydia is here, so she falls back on something familiar and comfortable: she takes charge, she takes care of her best friend. It takes away from how adrift and overcome she suddenly feels without that cold fury to ground her, it keeps her from falling apart.] I just don't understand how this is possible.

[She sits on the edge of the bed beside Lydia, turning to face her as she tucks one leg up underneath her body.]

After the armored car heist, I didn't...I didn't know the Admiral came to anyone else. Why didn't you tell me? You didn't have to do this, I can do this for Stiles. You know that.