Lily is inarguably one of the best in the business. This is likely the only reason Astoria ended up with the recommendation. She's crouched down behind the counter when the merry little chirps of birdsong from the door opening and she pops up from behind it bright red hair first, smiling kindly and nodding in greeting.

She notes the frailness of the witch before her but naturally doesn't comment on it, leaning forward onto the counter with her arms crossed. Lily tilts her head slightly, smile widening a bit. "Of course. I'm willing to help with whatever I can."

There's that hesitation there but she doesn't take offense to it - it's not the hesitation of someone fussing about her blood. It's someone worried about their situation. Straightening, Lily gestures to a stool that's situated by the counter. "Would you like to sit? I can make some tea and we can have a chat about your needs."