Isaac didn’t know where he was leading Lydia but he ended up bringing her to her hut, and he walked in with her to pull her away from the distant sound of the bonfire that was happening around them. He had no intention on going, still, and he certainly wasn’t going to make Lydia go, so instead he led her to her bed so she could sit down as he grabbed one of the combs he made for her that was sitting there and sat behind her. He moved her dress carefully, making sure not to lose her needle and thread in it, until it was safely out of the way, and he moved to face her so that he could slowly start to comb her hair the way he would do Malia’s when he wanted to make her feel better. His touch was gentle, and for a little while he didn’t say anything, relaxing himself in the monotonous motions of helping Lydia, and it took him a while before he could actually speak what he was thinking. “Do you really like having me around?” He sounded uncertain and almost uncomfortable for asking. “I mean, when you said that you liked having me around to talk to. Do you really?”
“Oh, I know,” Lydia replied dismissively. Scott was a gnat in her ear at best, by now. She’d written him off a couple of weeks ago and she wasn’t going to look back. The problem was that she wasn’t entirely sure Scott was the only one who felt that way so much as he was the only one with the gall to say it.
Isaac led her back to the hut and Stiles still wasn’t inside, so she assumed he’d gone off to the bonfire with most of the rest of the camp. Good, it wasn’t that she didn’t want him around, but she was starting to feel a little claustrophobic sharing space. Not because it was Stiles, but because it was anyone. The hut was a lot bigger than most of the other shelters people had constructed in the camp, with very few exceptions, but it still was only a little bit larger than her own bedroom back home. She’d never had to share such a small space before. It had seemed like the best idea once the bed had arrived, and she wasn’t necessarily thinking that she wanted to go her separate way from Stiles just yet, but once the baby was born, she was definitely going to head back to her own shelter. She’d miss the bed and the extra space, but she would embrace the solitude again because sometimes with solitude came peace.
It took her a moment to realize, after she settled on the bed, what he was doing behind her, but when it clicked just before she actually felt the comb moving through her tresses Lydia huffed softly with amusement. This was not a night off...this was just changing the person to whom he was dedicating his time to pamper, she thought, and that wasn’t entirely fair to Isaac. The only problem was...she liked it when people played with her hair. It was why, even as an eighteen year old girl, she still had sometimes let her mother do her hair before school in the morning. She hadn’t needed the help since she’d been nine years old, but she liked it. Her head turned just slightly as if to look behind her without moving too much when he spoke.