Lydia kept her hand in John's, touch solid and there, though she knew she had no real chance of holding him if he threw himself at Peter. Even after all he'd been through, now that she'd fed him, now that he had most of his strength back, he was stronger than her by far. But she didn't think he'd really fight her, really hurt her, at least not now, when Sylar was at stake.

She nodded sharply, not smiling, but acknowledging. "Did it...work?" She'd been a bit concerned that somehow with the ghost and all of Sylar's abilities maybe the magic or whatever of the herb wouldn't work.