Hearing her name, Lilythe snapped out of her stupor. "Sorry, Riss... how long have you been there?" It wouldn't have been unheard of for Lilythe to be completely oblivious to her surroundings for hours. She had been a daydreamer her whole life, and it had been part of what had earned her the nickname of Lithe, a play on the greek Lethe, because of her obliviousness and forgetfulness.
Blushing as Larissa asked her about her dream, Lilythe sat up. "Not a dream. Lost in thought." Elbows on her knees, Lilythe sunk her head into her hands and continued. "I assume you know by now that Azrael's back. Which is great. I think." She knew that the 'I think' was going to be a big enough tip that something was off. There had been nothing she had wanted more for the last several years than to have him and Vienna back home. "We went to the beach the morning after he came back and talked. Or, rather, I got upset with him for abandoning me and he confessed that it was because he loved me." Lilythe paused here, because she was sure that this was going to be a big piece of news that Larissa was going to have to process. It never even occurred to her that she might have been the only one oblivious to his affections.