There's a gentle nod, and Lydia can't help but linger on the thought. Some of the time that she'd been in her room she'd focused on the other people in it, wishing she could interact with them. But it as a memory and not anything else - nothing would be different.

"It can be hard. Being separated from people you care about." For the people tthat were simply at home Lydia missed them but ahe kknew they were ssafe, uunless anyone came from her future. But for people that she could never see again? Whilst she hadn't seen Allison's death she'd felt it - the oncoming moments, the pain of it happening. That was something no one else could understand even if they all shared the loss and love for her. It hurt worse knowing that Allison had been here and had gone home to die, and she didn't know if she could return.