Lydia was quiet as she looked out the window to the night around them. Briefly she wondered if she could help, if she could use whatever this banshee power was, but she didn't know how and she knew Peter wouldn't go for it. Not with her being injured and nearly killed.
Then she looked over at him. "How do you think it's going?"
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Then she looked over at him. "How do you think it's going?"