Lily blinked slowly, glancing towards the hallway. She didn’t think that would stop the comments that would be made when they woke up, but she supposed he held some sort of point. Her eyebrows raised up as his question as he twisted to look at her properly, her eyes creased as her smile took hold.

“Yes, I do have my fancy super senses.” Her words came out in a small chuckle, leaning her head on her shoulder as he pushed himself back into the bed. It was a blessing and curse really, as overwhelming as it was and as intrusive as she felt sometimes when her focus drifted outside the room she was in, they were helpful.

She remained sitting up for a moment, pausing to watch his wings relax behind him, the tired feeling was beginning to feel like something that may actually make her sleep. Lily plucked her legs up from the ground and turned onto her side, jeans were not the comfiest thing to sleep in but she would deal with it. It wasn’t like she had any other clothes, and Alma seemed to have very little that fit her.

Her father hadn’t even let her into the house, all of her things, random tat and sentimental were locked away from her. He took one look at her and dismissed her, the daughter returned from the dead and she was cast aside with barely a thought. Lily had thought her father had loved her, in contrast to her mother, he seemed to have cared. He attended her contests and school events, cheered her on like all the other parents, if not more enthusiastically. Yet…she was nothing in the end.

Her eyebrows scrunched together slightly at the thought, her half-closed eyes staring blankly into the middle distance. Her hands pulled up under her chin, a small sigh drifting from her.

Lily was quick enough to follow Finn into sleep, but before she let it wash over her completely. Her hand reached out ever so gently, just brushing her knuckles against Finn’s forearm and letting her hand rest on the bed beside him. Barely touching, enough to know he was there.

Callisto had in fact been eavesdropping, leaning against the sink in the bathroom. He had fiddled around a little to try and work the shower, but once he had realised the pair in the kitchen had started..well whatever they had started doing. He remained in the bathroom, only daring to poke his head out as he heard the closing of a door and the silence of the trailer.

It looked like his bedroom had been hijacked. Was that a bed? Where on earth had they magicked up a bed in the living room from? He stared in disbelief for a second, eyes darting around to see if he was missing some special bed on demand lever. Well, this was going to be an awfully boring day with those two dozing. Then again, dozing did sound rather nice.

He had noted which room that Lily had been assigned and decided that he was going to hijack her room right back. Leaving the door open, he shrunk himself down into a fluffy white ball in the middle of the bed. Enjoying the small amount of sunlight that was filtering into the room through the window, warming up his resting spot perfectly.

Hours had passed, though it was still only early afternoon when Callisto had awoken from his sleep. It had been uneventful, the decades of being unable to sleep seemed to be yearning for the quietness of sleep. Despite his constant need to go racing back to the hotel, the impending pressure that he had felt on his shoulders since he had appeared in that field, sleep still managed to find him and Callisto couldn’t have asked for much else.

The sun had heated up the spot on the bed nicely, making it difficult for Callisto to force himself to stand up. Arching his back in a stretch, gripping the quilt with sharp claws before standing up properly. His paws made little sound as he hopped off onto the floor and began weaving his way to the living room. Curious.

He slipped into the space and jumped up onto the back of the couch, his tail hanging down off of the edge. Callisto had perched himself above the pair, head tilting to one side as he observed them sleeping. A prickle of envy ran through him. Though he knew it was nothing similar, he felt a pang in his chest. His companion was lost to him and even if they did manage to find him, he might be too far gone into his madness. That made Callisto’s ears lie flat against his head as he flicked his head up to look across the room and out of the window.

Callisto stepped down and made his way to the windowsill, knocking the curtains on the rail lightly, drawing a quiet clink from above him. At the sound, Lily’s hand twitched and she moved ever so slightly, shifting her hips in mild discomfort at the disturbance but certainly not near conscious. He didn’t look over as he heard her moving, instead he fixed his gaze outside. The hours couldn’t be going by any slower, it felt like an eternity. Longer than the time he had spent in the hotel.

As the clattering in the kitchen began to start, Callisto’s ear twitched ever so slightly and angled towards Alma before returning to their flattened position. His eyes remained pointedly staring out of the window, nothing in particular was happening out there. A stray bird here and there, but he didn’t want to converse just yet. The quiet was quite a nice blessing, Callisto wasn’t used to being around more than one person and it was taking a little bit of a toll on him.

Lily was on the brink of waking up with the sounds that had begun to jostle around the room, until a breeze washed over her, followed by a feathery blanket. Her eyes blinked open, bleary with sleep. She was met with the shaded section of the bed that Finntello’s wing had created, practically engulfing her under the wing. Beyond she could hear the voice of Alma and Lily felt her breathing quicken in surprise, glancing to the small section near her feet where she could peer out and see the edge of the kitchen.

Being found curled up under Finn’s wing wasn’t exactly how she wanted to be found after sleeping, but it appeared as though she didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. But maybe she could prolong the inevitable.

Lily drew herself into a smaller ball, inching a little closer to Finn’s torso in the process. Her hand lifted up from the mattress carefully, purposely brushing along the feathers above her as she moved her hand to rest open-palmed on Finn’s back, just beneath his wing.

Not that she would ever admit it out loud, but Alma’s idea of a Finntello feather pillow was appealing. In the darkened cocoon his wing created, Lily had little choice than to breathe in Finn’s scent whether she wanted to or not. Rather embarrassingly, she enjoyed it.

Callisto finally descended from the couch and made his way towards the kitchen, quiet pawsteps turning into a heavy footfall as his snowy haired self returned to normal. He placed his hands on the back of a kitchen chair and tilted his head towards Alma.

“May I ask you to please show me how to use this..shower?” His voice was level, absolutely wanting to appease Alma considering she was currently housing them. However, she had gained moderate respect from him, purely for the fact that she was willing to join them, even if it was mostly for Finn’s sake.

Callisto had trailed after Alma a little sheepishly, standing to the side as he tried to comprehend the instructions. He wanted to question the efficacy over the use of a simple bath but he thought better about it and kept his thoughts to himself.

“Thank you.” He offered as she slipped out of the room, turning to try and replicate what he had seen. Almost burning himself with the heat as he turned it too far, a sharp hiss leaving his lips.

Lily almost jumped out of her skin as Finn leapt backwards the moment her hand made contact with his form. She shot upright, leaning her weight on one arm as she pressed her torso upright. Wide eyed and staring down at Finntello as he sat crumpled on the floor for a moment longer, loosened feathers drifting down in his wake.

But after his expression turned one of amusement rather than shock, her own laugh pulled itself from her throat along with a bright smile. “They’re not that cold!” She combated, lifting her free hand to look at it, tilting her head to the side.

Eventually, she moved to sit on the edge of the bed, holding onto the edge as she peered over at Finn. “Better.” She hummed, another smile to accompany it. Though she still felt as though another hundred years of sleep wouldn’t shake the tiredness from her bones, it was certainly an improvement from that morning.

After a second of watching, Lily picked herself up and made her way quickly into the kitchen. “Do you need any help?” She offered, before an answer had left his mouth she was already making grabby hands in the air, waiting for a task. It was enough for Alma to be cooking, but for her not to contribute felt well, rude.

Alma tipped her head lightly. "If you want to just take a good ol' fashioned bath, just pull the tab here and let the tub fill up."

She paused for a moment before making her way back out to the living room.

"They are that cold!" Finn protested theatrically and shook his head and wings out. "It was like little icicles up and down my back!"

Alma glanced toward the pair before setting her hands on her hips. "You can get my son out of the kitchen before I do," she huffed playfully, "someone needs to be resting wings and muscles--"

"Ah, Madre--" Finn protested and flinched lightly as she lifted one knee, reaching down for her sandal. She hadn't ever... actually thrown it but he knew the threat well enough.

"I'm going--I'm going--"

Finn shuffled out of the kitchen with a faint wince and huffed as he sat on the bed once again. His eyes flicked up toward Lily with a loose shrug--as if to say that he had tried. "Are you sore at all?" He finally asked, still determining that he was not about to rest again. "We should still have some homemade tiger's balm."

The young man glanced up at her, tilting his head lightly.