It took Lily a moment to realize the words were aimed at her, and she blinked her emerald eyes once before shifting her gaze to the woman. "Perhaps not the whole world," she replied, a ghost of a smile flitting across her lips before she shook her head slightly. "But enough of it," she continued before she glanced back to the pond.
There were plenty of things she wanted to talk about, and just as many things that she couldn't. Her jaw clenched briefly, and she decided she hated keeping all her secrets knotted up so tight inside of her -- but spilling them to a stranger was out of the question unless she was willing to Obliviate the woman afterward, which she wasn't.
She had to wonder if there'd ever come a time when she would be willing to go that route simply for the sake of unloading herself on some poor unsuspecting Muggle. But no. She'd do her best to just write it all down. Someday, maybe she could look back on the letters with fondness, but not now. Not yet. Not while this particular situation was still so raw.
"I wouldn't want to trouble you," Lily finally replied to the woman's question. It was true enough; she didn't want to be a bother to anyone, but she was also certain it wouldn't take too much to eke a little of the story out of her. She gestured with one small pale hand to the empty area of the bench in the event the woman was inclined to join her. "I'm Lily," she introduced herself, since that usually prompted a name in return.