Lily stood with him without any hesitation, winding her arms around his neck and keeping them close together. She couldn't imagine what it had been like for him. She couldn't even begin to think about being separated from him for a year -- much less, an unknown amount of time. The rest of their lives -- their future extinguished. Her heart ached.
"That's what's most important, yes," Lily echoed, smiling faintly up at him. She was still happy at the prospect of meeting her son -- even if it was dampened a little by the recent news, of knowing just why it had to have been so important to Harry to ask if they could meet together. But in the end, no matter what happened, Harry was her son, and she wanted to know him for the man that he grew up to be. And she wanted to know all the versions of him that were here.
"What's Harry like?" Lily asked, because she couldn't not. She knew that she should just wait and meet him, but she wanted to hear about the Harry that James was raising in addition to the one that was here.