There was a hint of suspicion in Lydia's eyes, something that had become almost a second nature now when people showed what could be perceived as an actual interest in what she was thinking or feeling at any given time. But she nodded all the same because if she didn't, she had a feeling Bo wasn't going to go anywhere and now Lydia would have to find some other place to seek out a private way to avoid Stiles for now.
She pushed herself to her feet and wiped her face again, holding her head high as if to masquerade the fact that she'd been feeling anything at all in spite of the fact that it was still written all over the tear tracks on her face. "Thanks," she said and while it didn't really sound like it, she'd meant it. With that, Lydia took her leave.