Lydia heard him move and shifted her focus from exploring the limits of the room and the hall beyond, back to him, drifting back into the room, settling her gaze on him, near wary again. What if he were still...wrong somehow? What if not all of Samuel had gotten out of him? John had said he'd be fine, but John was gone now...and not that Peter would be much help if he weren't all right, but even Peter wasn't here now to help.

It hurt a little to be afraid of him. She never had been before. Swallowing it back, she moved across the room to kneel next to the sofa and reached to brush tentative fingers through his hair. "You're okay," she said, voice so soft no human would likely have heard it, and it was as much prayer as reassurance. "Just...rest. It's okay, now."