Stiles blinked, then looked back at his daughter and nodded. "Yeah. She's a talker."

John rubbed his son's shoulder, and Stiles unconsciously reached up to rub it too, feeling a bit sore. The exertion and struggling had made some of the makeup fade, leaving a few bruises showing unknowest to him.

"I guess I'll be seeing you both up at the house," he told Tyler and Caroline cautiously.

"Yeah, you will. Same pack now."