"Miss Martin, the doctors and everyone at the station agrees that you need to check back into the hospital. I'm sure you think everything's fine, but you might need an expert to check your physical state, if nothing else, and wandering the woods unconsciously isn't exactly a good sign." 

"I don't believe you'll be needing my daughter for this, Sheriff." 

She goes to Allison and wraps an arm around her, pulling her close. 

"Unless she wants to stay with her friend."

"Good night, Solvei. Lydia." 

They leave.

"Night, Allison."

Okay, and now what?

"If there's anything you think you can do to help us or the doctors with Lydia's situation, we'd appreciate that. Otherwise, I can call your parents." 

"Sorry, I got nothing. I'll call my aunt."

She gets out her phone and calls Ghys and talks to her in Thulic.

The sheriff sits at his desk and thinks. 

Lydia waits for adults to make decisions about her.

And Solvei waits for her aunt to pick her up, and tries to figure out whether it would be a good idea to attempt conversation with Lydia.

Conclusion: Probably can't hurt.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Fine. I call this Woodland Chic." 

"Bet you'll start a trend," Solvei says agreeably.

"Oh, they'll turn on me now that I'm crazy. I should have expected this, really. Bad genes." 

"I'm not sure if 'crazy' is the thing," says Solvei.

"I had some sort of...break, and wandered through the woods all night. I wasn't even cold, I don't even remember deciding to leave, and I'm seeing things. My dad put grandma in the asylum because she was hearing things, and this is worse than that."

"...Okay, that's pretty bad," she admits. "Sorry. Wish I'd saved you a cupcake."

"Too much sugar for me. More for those who want them. You said your aunt is picking you up?"

"Yeah."

"What's she like? I always wonder about how other people's families must be. No woman is an island; we're all products of where we come from, who we've chosen and been forced to interact with."

"She's very sweet. Smart, too. Absolutely wicked sense of humour that nobody ever believes me about because she's too shy to joke around in English, it's her third language and she's not as fluent as she'd like to be."

"If I was being diplomatic, that's how I would describe my mother. Well, her sense of humor is a bit dented, but otherwise, I expect they would get along."

"'Eccentric' is another word that comes up around Ghys," she adds. "One of those people where everything has to be just so, you know?"

"Oh, now that would be my father. Hence the divorce."

"My aunt has not yet managed to divorce herself. I get the sense she was less neurotic before my parents died, but I was five, I wasn't exactly making nuanced character assessments."

"Enough about family, I'm sure there will be many therapists in my future. Did I miss anything in chemistry?"