"No," he says slowly, watching Lydia carefully. He's no stranger to the masks she wears, and she unfortunately can't hide as easily with him because he can notice the non-verbal, non-visible cues she can't control. "She needs time to process before I talk to her again," and truthfully, so did he. It was all still a confusing mess, solution basically in hand or not.
"Lydia," He moves from the chair he's sitting in to the edge of the bed next to her. "what's wrong? Something happened. What is it?" And his first thought is something about her sister, because now that he is actually seeing her, there's something particularly rattled about her.