Feeling him take her hand, even if it was just to give it a squeeze and let go, made Lydia give a more genuine smile. He was sweet. ...and either unwittingly intuitive or genuinely intuitive. Being surrounded by werewolves made Lydia question those things all the time now — intuition or sense of smell?
"Okay, good, I was kind of hoping you'd say that," she admitted, nodding forward and taking his hand again, because why not? It was kind of endearing. Lydia took a deep breath and huffed it out in a long-suffering sigh that ended in a soft laugh. "Let's go find the rest of my hometown, then, since apparently the gods and goddesses have a thing for Beacon Hills," she said, a little smirk on her face.