[It's not the dismissive part that worries him. He's used to that. It's the idea that there might be a demon on board. And one that may have infected Dean, at that. He shifts from one foot to the other, barely suppressing the urge to start pacing the length of Dean's cabin. Would the holy water be bubbling in the wound if it was demonic? Would smoke be rising from it? Holy water hadn't come into play with the Nogitsune, and it's his only baseline for comparison. He's not even sure holy water is a thing in his world.

But at the question about disorientation and Lydia, Stiles can't repress anymore, and he begins to pace, chewing his thumbnail absently.]

One minute she knew who I was, but not why I was there. The next she didn't even know my name. And then it was -- [His voice is a little strained but he stops talking and forces himself to take a deep breath.] And then it was like everything was completely normal again.

[It was like how his mom had been toward the end. The last few weeks when she was awake, sometimes completely lucid and other times...much less than.

"Who do you belong to, little boy?"]