Guthix is dead.
Lilaina's having trouble believing it, even having seen Sliske deal the killing blow, even having talked to the god of balance in his final moments, even standing now in his resting place staring blankly at his petrified corpse. He can't be dead. He's a god. He's Guthix.
She wishes she could hold onto that, but she's not a child anymore, listening raptly to her mother tell tales that had been passed down for Ages. She hasn't been a child for a long time.
She makes her excuses to the druids beginning to turn Guthix's resting place into a memorial and heads for the surface. The fresh air isn't enough, though; she wants to go home. Really home, not the magical pocket dimension where she sleeps and keeps all her stuff.
Well. Her parents deserve to know. She teleports to Lumbridge.
