I'm totally used to that by now. We're all ahead of Derek. I'm after him. You, Isaac and Scott -. [ He pauses though, because she shifts and the ribbon moves. Stiles catches the edge of a bruise he knows wasn't there when he last saw her and he reaches out, catches her around the wrist of her free hand. ]

Lydia, your throat --. [ He knows he can do nothing about the future, but that doesn't mean he can stop caring. ] What happened? Are you okay?