Lily tried to stand firm, but despite herself she felt her resolve to be hard crumbling. She couldn't help but see and feel how vulnerable he was in this moment and she was not so cruel as to forbid him the right to be human. It's what they all came back here to be, after all, despite how it turned out, despite being trapped in some fantastical no-man's-land, neither lost nor found. It's not as if she'd ever want him to lose that.
Lily bent down, crouched, before him and she looked at him with a softer gaze and eyes that were nearly remorseful. She opened her mouth and drew a breath, but paused as she had second thoughts regarding the words she'd chosen to say. She let the breath out, white and cold, before finally settling on,
"...of course you do," she breathed, softly, "...but not thisone. This minute is not yours to take. Thisone is theirs, and your place- our place- is with them. Hearing them. Helping them. For we need you and we have earned the right to need you just as much as you have earned the right to need us."
She stood back up.
"Take a minute. Take several. But not thisone. Not here. And not..." she glanced at the garbage, "like this."
Straight to Mrs Height. Edmund is set to distract while Lily will look around her house for any evidence/clues regarding her dealings with the Gentry.