Lydia frowns. She'd never sell him out, no, but the fact that he possibly blacked out is more than a little worrying. She lightly traces the outline of a bruise on his neck before wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Maybe you should just stay here for a while." Where she can keep an eye on him. Where Peter can't get to him and where she can try to lessen the pain of losing someone close to him. "You swear no one bit you?"