While she wouldn't exactly say she'd had a bad day at work, because it wasn't all that different, it was a Monday and therefore by definition a bad day. Things have been typical Monday hectic, she was fairly certain there were more women crying in the loo than usual, and she just wasn't really ready to pop back to the flat just yet. She wanted to go for a walk and unwind some, to think, and to let yet another little bit of home go.
It was better this way. Severing little pieces, dealing with the fact this might be forever, but dealing with it one sliver at a time ... and it was slow going. There'd be moments where this was home, followed by longer moments of guilt that she could even consider that. There were hours where she ached for nothing more than James' arms before she resigned herself to the fact it wasn't going to happen. Or rather, nothing she could do could make it happen. If he was going to show up, or if she was going to go home, it would be through no design of her own.
Cutting along the path that would lead past the museum to the park, Lily paused when she saw someone who looked as though they'd just taken a tumble. She might not have been in the mood to deal with home, but she could certainly put that aside to help a stranger. "Are you all right?" she asked as she extended one slender hand toward him to help him up.