Empathy is a fairly new concept for Lilly and not an easy one for her to grasp. There are moments, however, when the feeling is strong enough that she can't help but react. This is precisely one of those moments.

Her gaze slides slowly from her drawing of the cliff, to Greta's hand, up her arm, and finally to the woman's face. With a furrowed brow and eyebrows knit together slightly, it's clear she's struggling to say something. Finally, after a few seconds, she manages to get it out.

"G'eta sad." It isn't a question. To Lilly, it's obvious. Being raised by a spectre of a woman whose sole reason for still existing is the heartache of losing a child, the girl knows what to look for without even realizing it. "No more G'eta baby." Another statement of fact, but this one comes with something more.

Moving slowly, almost hesitantly, she places her hand over Greta's and squeezes gently. Then she offers a small smile and inches a little bit closer. Finally tearing her gaze from the woman, although not releasing her contact, she looks first up at Aziraphale, then to Melanie and gives an almost imperceivable nod.

"Mel'nie go," she says plainly. "Lilly stay."