She felt bad that he was already trying to go through the motions of keeping her comfortable when it was neither his job nor did she need it as badly as she suspected he worried she did, just then. Another laugh escaped her, this time with less humor attached to it. “Seriously though,” she muttered, frowning, an arm draping over her middle with her elbow resting on her side, hand settling over her growing bump as she laid on her side. “Isaac...I’m really okay, you know,” she said, a small but wry smile on her face as she said it.
“I didn’t ask you if you were okay, I asked you where the ginger was,” he responded with a lofty tone of ‘pay attention, Lydia’ before moving to where she gestured and finding it. He took it and broke a small piece off, looking around more for some sort of water reserve - practically everybody was keeping one in some way or another - and finding a canteen along with the cup that Stiles had made for her. “I’d boil it but if it’s getting around that time then you should probably just drink it as soon as you can,” he thought aloud, tearing the ginger apart in his fingers to reveal the fibrous inside so it would seep into the water. He dropped it in and watched it sink to the bottom before setting the cup down, letting it sit for a minute or two.
“I don’t mind,” he finally continued, looking at her as he sat on the edge of the bed to smile down at her. “This is kind of what I do now, I can’t really help it. It’s still my night off, don’t worry. Pouring water into a cup hasn’t changed that.” He brushed her hair off of her forehead to see if she was warm yet, something that happened when Malia got hit with a sudden wave of nausea before she had to get outside. “If you drink it now it’ll settle in your stomach and it could make it a little less intense for you. It’s not a big deal Lydia, seriously.” His gaze softened. “I don’t want to be anywhere else.”
“I heard you,” Lydia patronized in return, rolling her eyes in tandem with the little smirk on her face. She watched as Isaac moved around the hut, preparing the ginger water for her and her stomach fluttered again.
She smiled up at him, her hand rubbing absently at the bump in her middle as if to calm the nerves from watching his face as he leaned to brush her hair off her head. Her cheeks warmed when he said he didn’t want to be anywhere else, in spite of the fact that he was doing right now exactly what he would be doing if he was at his own shelter with Malia. “...I’m really glad you’re here,” she whispered.