"Forgive you for wh--" Lillith didn't get to finish her question. She stood there with her hair sopping wet, trying to see through the fog and... More importantly, trying to figure out where she was, and why she had water running down her face. The fog cleared a little bit, and she looked around in confusion. The graveyard? Why was she here? She managed to catch sight of Carmilla coming toward her, and headed to meet her. 

The younger vampiress had woken from a dreamy haze, saw her sister a few yards away, and drew the natural conclusion that they had been together, going... somewhere? When she'd zoned out, and Lillith had walked on ahead of her. 

"Sorry, I got distracted," she said. "What were we talking about?" Carmilla motioned for Lillith to lead on, refusing to admit she couldn't even remember where they were heading.

Carver held in a giggle, and sneaked over to pounce on Lock. She hadn't caught most of the show, but she had seen the middle trickster's confused expression and tail flick as he came out of his stupor. Obviously, he'd gotten caught in his own backsplash. 

"Way to go, loser!" She punched him in the arm. "You're never gonna win at hide-and-shriek if you come out of hiding every time you see your girlfriend walk past!"