It probably went without saying that Derek still wasn't used to getting around Preya. Having spent the majority of his time in the woods, he didn't actually know how far Lydia was from him. He played it safe. The railways would get him there eventually, running could take days. He definitely couldn't run as a wolf and show up at her door without clothes, either. It wasn't a completely miserable trip, and let him rest along the way.
Finding her was another issue on it's own. Navigating someplace new was never easy, but in the end, he'd made it, with little wear and tear to his boots. Mentally, he made a note to look into buying himself a car here, if traveling was going to become a regularity for him.
When he heard the familiar voice call out, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips before he calmed himself again. It wasn't going to do to make light of a potentially bad situation. His memories of Lydia weren't all the best, then again, his memories of his own time at her age were just as bad. It was hard to hold it against her now, even if at the time it had seemed terrible.
As the door opened he breathed in deep, taking in her scent, something floral, a little sweet, well kept, pretty. Familiar. He nodded to her, taking her in and she did seem a little worse than his memory served, but even in the worst situation, she would still be the same. "You're making tea. Do I get some?"