Lydia sat on the floor for a few more minutes, gathering her own strength--more emotional than physical--to go back in the room and face the two people in there. The night wasn't really over, yet, and she didn't want to stay here any longer than they had to for Sylar to wake up and be on his feet.

Finally pushing to her feet, she moved to the door, hovering there, the bravado and determination she'd had all night starting to drain, even as she clung to it, wrapping it around her like armor to get through what still needed to be done.