Lily pressed her lips together in a flat smile as Finn took the cup, maybe she would just leave him alone. Now she felt a little bad insisting they didn't lock themselves in seperate rooms. What if he just wanted to be alone and she was being selfish?

She gave a small nod of her head, bringing her fingers to hook into the loops of her jeans. "You're welcome." Lily returned before side stepping around the edge of Finn's claimed bed and towards the main door of the room.

"Do you want the lights off or?" She cleared her throat, hovering near the door. Lily wasn't sure that she wanted them off or on, deciding to throw that choice at Finntello rather than pick for herself.

Callisto's eyes followed Xevon's as he tossed his head for a few second. "It is creepy down there, I don't know if I'd even want to go down there." He cocked his head, lifting a hand to pluck at his shirt button idly. Then his attention was drawn to his friend's wide smile, he knew what that look was. Being the victim of it many times.

"I suppose that could work," Callisto glanced back towards the door, lips squishing together for a split second before he continued. "I mean, I think it would work." He concluded, giving a small half tilted smile back to Xevon. Only for it to faulter at his next words.

"It didn't get us particularly far." Callisto's voice came out a little sharper than he hand intented. His hands gesturing to the pair of them and their not-so-living forms. He knew it wasn't Xevon's fault they were dead. What bothered him was the blurriness of the event, he didn't know which scars were from what still.

The man sighed, lifting a hand and waving it. "I'm sorry, let's go look for it." Callisto took a small glance back towards Xevon, hoping his friend wouldn't return the venom. He turned to head towards the bar room again, there was a trap door behind there that led down to the cellar below.

Taking in a deep breath, Callisto sank himself into the floor to emerge into the darkened room. A dim, flickering light hun from the ceiling and while there was little dust and cobwebs, it was not a comforting environment to be in. "It's in here somewhere, I haven't been down here in a while." Callisto craned his neck to peer around the tall shelving units stacked with fancy wines and aging liquors.

Now she was stumped, he was supposed to pick for her. After a moment of hovering, her finger touching the switch, she drew it away sharply. "I-I think I'll leave it on." She mumbled under her breath, her eyes trailing towards Finntello as he faded into sleep. That was impressive, she was certain she wouldn't call asleep as quickly as that.

Lily edged closer to her bed and scooted under the covers, her hands drawing the quilt up to her jaw, half hiding beneath it like the thin fabric would protect her from whatever might be lurking around the room and past that, the hotel.

Callisto drew his bottom lip between his teeth as he worked his way around the room, feeling the presence of Xevon nearby. His eyebrows set down to his eyes as Xevon brought up their own past mistakes, leading to their ghostly forms. "I don't want to talk about how we messed everything up." He gritted through his teeth before drifting around a corner. "I know you're right. I just don't want to think about it." He sighed, shaking his head briefly before reading the label of a particularly nice looking merlot.

Callisto cocked an eyebrow. "My thing," He lifted his head to look over at Xevon. "Is that dainty letter opener." He wafted around a hand idly. "Tiny thing, must have been made for gnomes." He continued to mutter as he rounded the last aisle of wine bottles. "It's silver with some ceramic cat on the handle." Callisto flicked his head back in frustration, it was here. He knew it was here, but the damn thing was so small he couldn't see it.

Callisto moved back around the corner, his eyes finding Xevon. "I don't know where this stupid thing-" His eyes shot up to the top shelf by the stairs they came in with. Immediately he headed for it, barely missing Xevon as he went by. "It's up there." He stated bluntly.

The small silver piece was sitting on the top shelf of the wine rack, in the small gap between the wooden shelf and the ceiling. The tip of the blade barely poking out from the darkness and glinting in the dim light.

The scowl from Callisto reminded the other ghastly guest that he wasn't used to being dead yet. Xevon had a tendency to reside in the past--he yearned to learn from it. Every experience had been different. But Callisto had been the only other one who had remained like him. It was strange.

Xevon shrugged lightly and winced as he was corrected. "I... thought it was a dagger but you said it wasn't. I don't... it's new enough that I'm not sure what it is."

He drifted after him, piecing through the shelves. "A letter opener... that... that means they don't use wax seals anymore? You have to cut into the letter?"

Strange.

Xevon paused as Callisto looked back at him and then past him, toward the shelves. The dusty shelf hardly seemed like anything special. It was the faintest light that reflected off of the blade after they had walked by it. Or floated by.

"Well now that's an odd place to put something," Xevon mused, his hands on his hips as he looked up at the small trinket. He tilted his head lightly, studying the spot of the letter opener. "But since they'll have to open the trap door to get down here anyways, they should see it fairly quickly. I would assume at least. Since there'll be more light and such."

He stared up at the small silver blade, tilting his head slightly. Then he paused and looked back at Xevon. "They can still wax seal them but you can-" Callisto cut himself off and waved a hand dismissively. "It doesn't matter, don't worry about it." He conceded, drifting his way back towards the stairs just to the side of him.

"I don't like that it's technically a small knife." He mused, turning his body so that his back was facing the stairs. "These two would be okay, but I don't know how a weapon would go with more..." Callisto tossed up his words, trying to find the right one. "Unstable inhabitants." That would do.

He began to head back up to the bar, lifting a hand and looking at it or rather through it, the floorboards visible through his misty image. He noted the cleanliness of the floor and the surrounding cupboards, as much as this place was a living - or in their case very dead - hell, at least it was clean. No dust and gross webs hanging from the eaves.

"What do we do now? They'll be out for a while." Callisto reached the bar and turned to watch as Xevon followed him, his pink eyes meeting Xevon's harsher ones. "Or do we act like guard dogs." He tried a small laugh, but it felt wrong. He found himself unable to laugh properly since he appeared in this hotel. Callisto could feel the hole in his chest when he did try to laugh, it just felt wrong.

Callisto brought his eyes up from where they had fallen to the ground as he listened to Xevon. He brought his hands together and wrang them together, he did not want to go look for him. He left what little colour that was left in his face drain at the idea, a flash of panic over his eyes before he managed to tame it.

"Just around their floor?" Callisto asked carefully, trying to bring his hands to still. "Or other places?" He questioned further, taking a small slide back towards the bar top. He was watching his companion carefully, Xevon always seemed up for adventuring around without a worry about running into any trouble. Well...except when Xevon was tired, good god, then he was a handful. Not that he could blame him, Callisto wasn't always easy to be around either.

He could only remember snippets of his last moments. Screaming, pain and flashes of red. Whether or not those screams were his own, he had no idea. "I don't want..." He ran a hand through his hair, pushing the white back all the way, holding it there. He looked back at Xevon, eyes widened. "I don't want to see him again." Callisto choked out. He was never one to panic or back down or hide, but there was something in him that he couldn't control. It made him want to run and never stop.

Callisto dropped his hand from his hair, the thick mess falling back down. He averted his gaze from Xevon, the prickly sensation still lingering on his skin, he was a coward. He only peered at Xevon from the corner of his eyes as he conceded that they should split up. The idea panicked him a little, standing alone where the fresh meat was was just as scary as going to look for him. But he couldn’t bring himself to protest when his friend was readily putting himself forward to head out on his own.

His head turned to watch as Xevon’s wings flexed, watching the feather shift over each other. “Their safety is important.” He agreed slowly, articulating each word. “But you’re safety is important too, don’t do anything stupid.” Callisto swallowed, he didn’t want to think about roaming these halls all alone. Then he would truly lose his mind. “If you can’t see him easily, don’t push it. Just come back to their room.” He looked away, peering into the expanse of the bar, a small muscle in his jaw fluttering. “Please.” He huffed out, brows furrowing, his last word spoken very mumbled.

Callisto snuck a small glance at Xevon before he pushed himself to move towards the door. “Let’s just go.” He swallowed again, how could his throat feel dry if he didn’t need water? He moved out of the door and began picking his way back to the sleeping pairs room.