Lily gave a small huff at his comment and may have dug a little harder into his muscles in retort to it. But she eased off, trying her best to work through the tightness without causing him immense pain. It certainly sounded painful. Her head tilted to one side as she continued, she hadn’t considered the new weight of the wings outside of Veles’s constructed realm would cause such a strain, but it made sense. Now she felt terrible that she had allowed Finn to carry her all this way.

“I’m sorry-” She began as Alma came over to offer the newly made ointment, however as soon as Lily saw her face she knew that she was about to be scolded too for not making a fuss of herself. That thought was only confirmed as Alma pressed a hand softly to her tacky forehead, her shoulders slumped in defeat. Her hands simply resting on Finn’s back before she was drawn up to her feet and led away. She knew what Alma would say if she tried to protest, in fact she had seen it first hand with Finn. Instead, she complied and shuffled along the hallway with her.

As she paused in the doorway, Lily felt her heart skip a beat at the gentle touch of Alma’s hand moving her hair from her face. Then the door way closed and Lily felt a small prickling in her eyes that she fought back even if her lip trembled.

Callisto jolted upright at her directed question, quickling making himself head to the living room and perching on the edge of one of the couches as Finn grumbled in discomfort. A shameful glaze came over him and he looked down at his feet with his elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together.

“Many years ago, before all of this technology.” He flicked a hand up towards the lights and then to the kitchen. “1877.” His voice was muffled as he divulged his actual age, the antiquated time he was actually descended from. It was so long ago compared to the others and he felt rather lonesome in that sense.

“He came to me first, I was lost in life with nothing to show for my name. That’s who he targets. At first he simply wanted worship, a new deity on the up and up. He wanted me to start a religion in his name. So, I agreed. He offered me so much in return, but it was foolish of me to take it.” Callisto finally looked up and across to the pair, his eyebrows knitting together.

“I began to devote himself to Veles and drew people in but he was in my head, I could hear him all hours of the day and night. Eventually he wanted..sacrifices.” He swallowed and shook his head, looking back to the ground. “I tried to find criminals, spent hundreds on bounty hunters. There are only so many bad people in the world and I ran out.” He sighed, pushing his head into his hands and gripping tightly. “I sent myself there, I was alive when I went to his realm. He found me and I tried to convince him otherwise, that worship was enough but clearly he did not take kindly to that and..that was the end of me.”

Callisto frowned and looked down at Finn sharply, he would have said something equally rude back if he hadn’t felt so guilty about putting the man into Veles’s claws to begin with. His gaze slowly turned its attention towards Alma, oddly surprised by the calmness in her tone. At least she seemed a little more understanding of his mistakes than Lily and Finn were. Not that he could really blame them, they should have died it was a miracle they had made it out.

He didn’t comment on the fact it was mostly Xevon he cared about, he didn’t need to dive into that mess. But removing Veles from their lives would be a blessing.

“There is little time for the living to rest in that place, ma’am.” Callisto offered, straightening himself up a little more now that he didn’t feel so scrutinised. “Their memories leak back into their unconscious heads when they sleep, it is not a very restful place.” His words came out in a sigh, he could hear Lily in the other room, well he could hear the lack of Lily. Likely meaning she was passed out on Alma’s bed and he couldn’t blame her, sleep felt incredible.

His eyes rounded as he saw Alma direct herself to him, he needed to rest? He supposed so. After so many years of being unable to even sleep, perhaps he should simply sleep the day away. Isn’t that what cats do? Though now he had some rest, he couldn’t shake the feeling of urgency that they needed to get Xevon out of that place. Each minute that ticked by, he could be suffering and it was ripping his heart apart.

Callisto’s eyes twitched as Finn began to dive further into Xevon’s history, exactly how he had ended up in the hotel. It was becoming a little much for the man, he curled his fingers into the fabric of his dress pants and gripped tightly. The knuckles turning white with the effort of not letting his own emotions get the better of him once again. He had already done that once before. In fact, he would greatly enjoy if Finn did go back to sleep right now.

“Alma is right, we need to rest. We stand no chance of helping Xevon if we are all exhausted and haunted.” Callisto did his best to keep his voice level, maintaining indifference. “Lily is already asleep, I can hear her. Which is surprising because I am sure all she could hear was your whimpering about your muscles.” He flicked a hand towards Finntello and paused, his usual bluntness had returned and he didn’t think about how Alma may react. Carefully, he drew his eyes over to the woman in apprehension.

Lily was in fact asleep, but it was far from peaceful. She was sprawled out on the bed, still in her clothes and flipping from side to side restlessly. Despite being freed from the lurking dangers of the hotel, it didn't do anything to subdue the anxiety that had been sown within her head. The fear that the shuffling at the door could be Veles, preparing to thrust through the door and rip Finn away and into his claws. Impaled on this mixture of bone and flesh, screaming in agony.

Callisto saw the look and brought his hand back to his lap immediately and shut his mouth up. He did not want to test the waters here, there were no boundaries to be pushed. A flicker of something across his face was all her teamwork comment. She was right, but sometimes he couldn’t hold his tongue. People were difficult.

His eyes moved to Finntello as he began to make his way down the hallway, he remained sitting for a moment longer before he shuffled a little further up the couch and leaned back. He didn’t really want to turn back into a fluff ball. Instead he leaned his head over the back of the couch and tried to let sleep come to him that way, it did come eventually. Even if it wasn’t exactly the most comfortable position in the world, Callisto was out cold once again. He had many years of sleep to catch up on and his body was very prepared to just give into it.

Lily had settled somewhat as the time went by, the fitful twitching of her muscles had relaxed as she fell into a deeper sleep. However that didn’t mean the images had stopped playing in her head. Unlike the memories that jolted her awake after they were over, the nightmare simply never ended. Aimlessly seeking the halls of the hotel, not a person in sight. She was frantically searching for someone, any of the men she knew had to be here somewhere. Skidding around a corner, she came face to face with her mind’s image of Veles. A heaving mass of pure terror, lurching towards her with a hungry maw of sharp teeth. Guttural clicking before a snarl and then those teeth snapped down, but not on her. Finn’s form had appeared between them and the sharp teeth sliced through him instead, Lily lunged forwards, hands flailing to try and grasp at him but it was useless. What was she supposed to do against a god? Then a sickening crunch and Finn felt limp in the jaws, his wings slumping to the ground and she cried out.

A sharp gasp drew her awake, a cold sweat running over her and a small yelp of a sob. Her chest heaved with effort as her wide eyes scanned the room, as though Veles was about to burst out. Then it registered that she was in the trailer. That comfort did not stop the pounding in her chest. It seemed that she wasn’t coping with this as well as she thought she had been.

The sun through the curtains was brighter, the day had been progressing around her as she had laid there and squirmed around. Her eyes peered at the window before she drew her knees up to her chest and hugged them close, sitting in the middle of the bed in sorrowful silence as she attempted to restrict her the sounds her throat was letting out.

Lily’s head only lifted as she heard movement in the hallway beyond the door, peeking over her knees at the doorway. She stared at it as she listened to the sound of footsteps, followed by the brush of feathers on the walls, knowing Finn was making his way back to the main room. She found herself not wanting to move.

Her eyes were bloodshot and watery, Lily did not want to venture out into the main room with the others looking like a mess. The boys already bickered, if she looked like she wasn’t on top of herself, then she couldn’t make them work together. Her arms tightened their hold on her legs and she rested her chin on her knees, eyes moving to stare at the covered window and the dancing shadows on the fabric. Occasionally, she would let a small sniffle happen before she forced herself back into control.

Callisto on the other hand, the moment the aroma of food had drifted in his direction, the man had shot bolt upright and stared into the kitchen. Clambering his way up from the couch, he pottered into the kitchen and drew up a chair at the table. Waiting patiently for Alma to turn around with another lovely dish, he could get used to this. Even if the couch wasn’t exactly the most comfortable place to sleep. Then he scrunched his nose up, he sounded just like a stray cat.

Callisto straightened his spine and looked over his shoulder as he heard Finn in the hallway, once he had emerged he offered a small nod of his head in greeting. He leaned to look past him, anticipating Lily to be walking quietly behind him but she wasn’t there. He tilted his head to the side and strained to listen but over the sound of the cooking, he couldn’t hear her.