( lydia's hand withdraws about as quickly as the stilesalike's arm does. clearly she's made a terrible mistake, though she's not sure how. she could have sworn... he's the spitting image. bloodier. and maybe a little more like he's been hitting the gym. but... lydia shakes her head, pressing her lips into a firm line and averting eye contact. )
A friend. I could've sworn -- you look just like him. Sorry. ( she looks him over, and her lips turn downward. ) ... Are you hurt?
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A friend. I could've sworn -- you look just like him. Sorry. ( she looks him over, and her lips turn downward. ) ... Are you hurt?