Lily accepts this quickly - a small, broken part of her crows triumph knowing it, or as close to that emotion as any piece of her can feel, knowing Severus was trusted by Dumbledore with Harry like that - it's still not confirmation point blank but it's something that she's smart enough to infer and file away.

There's a pause, then - she'd been afraid to ask anything, but since he offered... "I don't mind. I know there isn't changing anything for me," she's murmuring by now, and the sorrow isn't misplaced, "but I'd still like to know what went on after I died."