[Lydia knows what it feels like. It hasn't been too long since she went through the death toll herself. Except for her, the claws at her throat meant she felt very hesitant to even say anything. She did her best because she wanted to reassure Scott that she was okay and it wasn't his fault, but every time, it felt like her throat was being ripped apart again.

And that means she sees right through all of Allison's attempts of sounding cheerful.]

I should have a couple of travel mugs here, I will bring you both tea and cocoa. And yes, something for me to eat so you will actually relax about this.

[She's already getting up and picking up shoes so she can leave her room.]

Do you want anything else?