Octavia and Stiles [Later]
Octavia, for the most part, hoped that Wat was okay in this place. She hated how turned around someone could get. More than hated it, even. No matter how awesome the castle was she'd rather be at home in bed. Away from all the craziness. Though, another familiar voice hits her ears.
"Stiles? Wait, you're the third person I've ran into here."