"A friend?" Derek asked softly, not trying to pry, but at least be conversational. It was hard to imagine someone like Lydia without a fairly decent sized circle of them. Though, Derek knew something was different about her, but whether it was the lack of sleep and her tired expression or something else, he couldn't be sure of. He still wasn't going to ask.
"It's nothing." He gave her a smile and half shrug as he looked over at her. "Yeah." Turning his attention out again, he found himself smiling a little more easily until he felt himself tense to catch her weight, looking back down. "You okay?" He nodded some, making sure she was back stable before walking again.
"I really like it here. It reminds me of the preserve. My family lived right on the edge." He knew Lydia had seen what was left of the old house, thanks to Peter. She likely hadn't known it existed before then. "There's a river up close, it leads out to the coast eventually, but you probably won't want to go that far." He looked back to her. "It's far enough away from most things, and there's a clearing not far from there. I've napped there before. I think it might be a good spot for you."