It worried him that she had to thinking about who this strange man would be in her room, as if it happened all the time and was no big deal. However, what he remembered about Edith, she was always very loving so it didn't completely suprise him that as her grown up self, she was still the same way.
When she flipped out and scrambled out of bed, he sighed and stood. Of course, this wasn't going to be easy, and he knew that going in. But one does hope. Lysander watched her and listened to her explaination as to why he wasn't actually there. He stepped towards her slowly, so as not to scare her with any sudden movements and made his way over to her. "Edith.." he started, his voice calm, "It is me, Lysander. I didn't die six years ago. I was just severly injured," he explained, limping slightly as he walked.
"Please, don't be afraid. I have missed you, sister."