[ There's a faint sound, bordering on a laugh. Did Stiles think he could get answers just by asking? The surprise had been before the bite, when the blood hadn't enthralled him. But why let him know he was sniffing the wrong trail? ]

When you saw my hands, the other day. You looked like you'd seen a ghost. Something like that happen back home? Was it the bandages. Or...the burns.

[ So Stiles had just glanced at his hands. But Lydia had a much stronger reaction. ]