Rough was probably putting it lightly and she'd been a little worried about that right out of the gate, before they'd even conceived, because she knew that Arva was cramming forty weeks of pregnancy into a twelve-week span of time; she'd known it was going to be ugly, she just hadn't realized how quickly it was going to get there.
Lydia shook her head. "There's nothing to do, I'm just in a foul mood, Stiles, okay? That's it. Seriously." She sighed. "I came here to get away from everything and instead, it all just came here with me. I came here for clarity, I came here to move on and mourn properly and...I can't do any of that, now. So...there's nothing you can do right now, I'm just in a bad mood and I'm tired and I'm sorry."