Cradling her teacup as she settled into her chair, Lily watched Winnie as she spoke, blinking at the mention of how the other woman woke up.

"A jail cell? In Sa-Hareth? Were you hurt?" Her knowledge of what the group had experienced was at best, meager. Details cobbled together from bits of conversation that she tried to order into some sensical narrative.

Pausing when Winnie asked if she thought the train station was somehow involved, Lily shook her head and shrugged. "I'm not at all sure, but there's a fair bit of magic in Kings Cross. It made me wonder if that might make it a more susceptible place to be taken from." Lily waved a hand dismissively.

"I'm still trying to piece everything that's happened together."