[They'd removed him from the secondary host, of course they had. But he'd held on a little bit in Stiles' brain, and little by little over the past few months he'd come trickling back in. It hadn't been easy, of course not. He'd been in that box made from the nemeton. But a box made of magical wood wasn't as powerful as an entire tree of it. And finally, finally he'd woken up one night in the middle of one of Stiles' ever present nightmares.
Woken up, and apparently walked here in barefeet and sleep clothes. But whatever. He was here. A little disoriented, but here.
And so was she. Of course she was.] He hesitated for a moment before turning around.]
Post 3b?
Woken up, and apparently walked here in barefeet and sleep clothes. But whatever. He was here. A little disoriented, but here.
And so was she. Of course she was.] He hesitated for a moment before turning around.]
Lydia.