A kindly woman in her late eighties, she met Pograff when she was in her mid twenties and they had been stalwart ever since.
Since his passing, Lillian still busies herself at the orphanage, taking solace in the love showered by those she tends.
She can still be heard crying at varying intervals, as memories strike her; she is quick to recover and those within ear shot know enough to let an old womam be.