Unfortunately, Zephyr could relate. "Sorry for your loss," he said, somewhere between automatically glib and genuinely sincere. He pulled his hands from his pockets so he could lace them behind his head as they went, the picture of uncaring save for some faint tightness around his eyes.

Lillium...

Yep, dwelling on that was a terrible plan. Zephyr made an effort to shake it off. "Nah, that's what I mean," he said, carrying on. "There's a difference in acting polite, and being a polite person. You're good enough at being polite right now, but I don't believe you are polite. Y'know?"

He might still be trying to prod her. Not his wisest move, but a good distraction.