Her forehead was creased and her eyes shut tight, as though she were trying to ride out a bad headache when he entered. This place was dreadful, but those voices at night made it all the more so, and often Lily didn't lay down to sleep until she had wandered the farm for hours, tiring herself out.

Cradling a squat earthy green mug of steaming tea she opened her eyes as he entered, the tension in her expression quickly replaced by something cooler. Not disdainful, simply cautious.

"We can. What did you want to talk about?" It had made sense to not deal with Regulus yet. In a mad world of bizarre circumstances that she was still forming a picture of, it was better to focus on the unknown. She didn't know where his loyalties lay, though she had her suspicions based on the company she could recall him keeping at school. The idea of the dark cloud of asinine Purist rhetoric hanging over her while she tried to orientate herself in Sa-Hareth sounded as wretched as pulling herself from the lake had been days ago. She would find her footing here, and then she would overturn that particular rock.

"Do you want a cup of tea?" Lily held up her own cup before setting it aside to pick up her wand, tugging a small pile of leaves from one of the wild plants outside. "It's a bit weak, sort of the kind you might make your gran so she doesn't stay up too late, but it's passable in a pinch."