Her eyes remained trained on the misty form before her, still listening but her eyes did not dare wander away from it in case this Callisto decided to vanish or worse, start getting closer to them. She watched as it made its way to near where Finn was gesturing, obviously moving towards wherever this other ghost man was.

Callisto shot his friend an exhausted look as he laughed. “I think you’re both mouthy.” He chimed in, carefully looking over the living beings. They looked well enough. Although, soon enough the man was going to be in for a not so pleasant surprise. Lily on the other hand, could go either way. He had seen people manage quite well, others lost their cool and frantically pranced around and eventually straight into the arms of the god. He hoped she was one of the former.

“Towels, why towels?” She shook her head, the sandy blond strands flowed with the movement. What on earth are towels going to do for them? She could hear a faint mumbling other than the syrupy male voice that she had heard so clearly before, or perhaps she was imagining things. Finn gave her little more information, turning his attention towards escape from the cellar rather than the towel situation. Her dark eyes trailing up to the few broken rungs, they were near to the bottom of the ladder, the ones up top still intact.

Lily cast a glance towards Finn and his larger frame and then back to the rungs again. If he tried to climb up there, the whole thing would be destroyed, no questions about it. But she hadn’t broken any rungs when she had made her way down, only slipped.

“Can you lift me so I can reach those?” She pointed up towards the higher end of the ladder, half of it was still in decent enough condition. She could go and find something to get Finn out with, maybe rope? But then how would she pull his weight up on her own? “On second thought, I can’t pull you out on my own.” Her hands that clasped the blade shifted slightly. One thumb was rubbing the small engravings, feeling the dips under her fingers. “Do you have any bright ideas?” As she spoke, she glanced around again, trying to locate her new foggy friend. He had moved, now near where the letter opener had been, close to the ladder.

Callisto stole another look towards Xevon, expecting him to elaborate to the poor man. At least if he knew what was going to happen, then it would be less panic and more simple. He held his tongue, not wanting to take over Xevon’s role in all this. But he kept his eyes pointed to his companion, obviously expecting him to do something.

Callisto kept his lips sealed as he watched Xevon have a little fun, he hovered near his companion and watched the cogs turn in the living’s heads. Anticipating the sudden arrival of Xevon’s blessing upon Finn. It was incoming whether the man was prepared or not.

Lily turned her body to face Finntello as he paced in a small circle. She wasn’t sure how she would accomplish getting him out first to instead lift her up second, he was too heavy for the ladder apparently. Yet, the man proclaimed that her idea would be fine. She was less than sure. “But how would you get out? I don’t want to be wandering around alone with whatever those ghost people are talking about, and being down in this cellar is far too creepy for you to stay.” She shook her head, her lips flattening as she tried to whip up some other brilliant idea. But she could not think of anything, her eyes scanned around the room, there were only shelving units and the occasional ageing barrel. No spare ladder or rope. Resigned, Lily looked back to the expectant Finn.

She pushed out a sigh. “If you think you can get up there after me, then okay.” Lily nodded her head towards the space of light where the trapdoor loomed above them.

Callisto cocked his head, blinking slowly. “It would be rather helpful for it to kick in right now.” He hummed, keeping her voice lowered, speaking directly to Xevon. However, the slight twitch of Lily’s eyes towards his form let him know that she had heard him clearly. Perhaps the presence of both talismans in such close proximity to each other was hastening the process, soon enough she would be able to perceive him properly.

Lily’s head refused to move to look towards this Callisto man, he was an afterthought. A very strange and creepy afterthought, one that she would deal with later. “Lift me up there.” She solidified her decision. Lily planned to keep herself very close to the trapdoor, even leaning into it, or dangling an arm so that the heavy door couldn’t slam down and separate them. Or at least, if it did, she would be knocked down there. Or there was the chance her arm would be crushed, she didn’t want to think about that one.