He could feel the sharp look that Xevon was administering from beside him, the intensity burning on his skin. Though he understood why it was important to switch his mindset, but it felt inherently wrong and it would take a lot of concentration in the heat of danger to remember he is supposed to be putting the living over his friend. Callisto peeked out the corner of his eye as he heard his name, then it quickly snapped back to where Finn and Lily were occupying themselves. It was clear in his expression and tensed muscles that he wanted to speak his mind, but the presence of the others in the room made him bite his tongue.

“I know it is important to focus on them.” He grunted out, daring a glance back towards Xevon, noting the crossed arms. Good job Callisto, you pulled his walls all the way back up. "I just..I don't want you to.." He gave up trying to make a statement with their guests in the room.

“I’ll try.” He gave up, lowering his shoulders. If he couldn’t say what he wanted to, he would appease Xevon a different way.

Lily scrunched her face up for a moment, glancing up at the fake window again before she bundled herself back into the covers. Maybe it would work how Finn said, maybe not. Placebo effect would even be welcomed right now. Only when Finntello commented on the ghosts again did she start a little, following his eyes to where the ghosts sat.

“They say they’ve been here for decades, surely they would have…y’know, done something if they were going to already.” She kept her voice a hushed murmur, then again maybe these ghosts had magic hearing. Then she paused and widened her eyes, looking towards Finn, upon the realisation that she had fancy magic hearing. Which meant that Callisto probably did as well. Quickly, she fluffed herself into the covers and buried her head into the pillow. “I’m going to sleep.” She squeaked out, only her eyes peering over to Finn.

That fact was correct, Callisto had been glaring with a harsh frown towards them because they were all he could hear. He didn’t care for their opinions, the annoying background noise. Yet, her last comment made him turn his head away, looking down at his own legs with a tilted gaze. She was probably right, he should have done something before now and now they were so close to escape. An escape that might mean he never sees Xevon again, a realisation which had dawned on him the moment these living beings showed themselves to be capable. It sat heavy in his chest and restricted his words, was there a point? If they were parting ways soon, why make it hurt worse?

Lily saw the flicker of confusion that passed over Finntello's face before he followed her lead and bundled himself up in the covers. How does he comfortably sleep with all those feathers? Letting her mind linger on the thought, she could feel the tendrils of sleep pulling her into its embrace.

Her ears still heard the soft talking from the ghosts, her half lidded eyes peeking over to catch Xevon drifting down into the floorboards, leaving behind a flustered looking Callisto. She hoped he wouldn't say anything, or that he would take out that annoyance on her and Finn. It isn't her fault they were talking so loudly.

Callisto had turned his head to look down at the floor in front on him, trailing along the grains of the wooden planks. Only when Xevon had moved from beside him did the man lift his head, for a moment he stared after his friend, then a small sound something similar to a muffled yelp escaped him. What did Xevon think he was playing at? He needed to rest, not wander around the halls again.

With a second wasted to look up at the living, to make sure no evil force was hanging around them, Callisto followed Xevon down to the room below. The man had not gotten far into the room as Callisto made his hasty approach. Extending a hand, he placed it on the other man's shoulder, taking care to avoid his wings.

"You need to rest, not go snooping around. We've been here long enough, another few hours will not make a large difference." In contrast to the last time he chased down Xevon, he kept his words soft and quiet. A pure suggestion made out of concern rather than outright distress.

Callisto blinked and then blinked again, eyes widening a touch as Xevon explained himself. After a heartbeat he dropped his hand from Xevon and let out a sigh. For once his friend was not being impulsive. He remained standing near the bed, head tilted down to gaze upon the dark hair as it was pushed backwards.

As the comment went on, the man’s eyes winced a little smaller with the push of his eyebrows down upon them. Their existence was only possible because of this strange hotel paradox they were inside, outside of it? Who actually knew what would happen to them. Callisto certainly didn’t, even after all the decades, perhaps centuries he had spent here, he was none the wiser.

Carefully, he lowered himself to the floor and pushed his legs out in front of him. Sitting beside the bed, where his head could peer over to look at Xevon. “She will not become his bride. That is etched in stone as far as I am concerned.” He scanned over his friend, trying to gauge what little hidden thoughts he was brewing.

As sleep began to coax her into darkness, she could still hear them but it was all but mumbles. The occasional word recognition here and there, not nothing she could make out.

Pulling her legs up towards her chest, Lily formed herself into a tight ball beneath the covers and pushed her nose under the edge. With her arms tucked close to her chest, her body heat began to warm the bed and make it a little more inviting.

As sleep did come, she saw no visions of dark alleyways. No strange women, no Finn. It was a blessing. Perhaps his dreamcatcher did work, at least she hoped it did, it brought far more comfort than simple luck at the lack of her dream.

Callisto kept his eyes trained on Xevon, watching as he shifted his position to something a little more comfortable. Blinking gently as the waft of air from his wings drifted over his face. His friend didn’t say much in reply, simply sat there and stared into the nothingness. The moment had passed for his previous comment, deciding to let sleeping lions lie for the time being. He had not voiced them before and maybe it was for the better that they were left unsaid.

He had to refocus himself as he heard the familiar voice break the quiet once again, his gaze flicking down to fix itself back to Xevon’s as those vibrant eyes trailed to meet his own. The lantern, he had a point. Callisto furrowed his brows slightly, causing the smallest crease of the skin between.

“It may do something.” His voice was soft, his mind still working its way through what breaking the lantern could actually mean. “He is mortal, but those souls extend his life.” Callisto cocked his head to the side, eyes losing the foggy haze of thought as he spoke again. “If the lantern were to break, would he lose all the borrowed time he has stolen?” He didn’t have the faintest idea if that would even work. Or if the lantern could be broken at all. If it only made him weaker, it was at least an advantage they could use.

Lily’s slumber was calm for the first time since she had arrived at the hotel, a soothing black embracing her mind instead of rioting images of dreams or memories. However, that did not mean she was deep into her sleep. It was impossible to drift into the deepest of sleep knowing what lurked in the shadows. What it had done to Xevon and presumably Callisto’s body was in a similar shape. It was a long while before something woke her up.

The sound of sheets flicking, heightened breathing that started with a gasp. Lily’s eyes sliced open, bright glints on the dark irises as she peered out from where she lay. She no longer required time to focus her eyes in the dimmer light, instead they immediately landed on Finntello. He was curved over on his bed, a panic stricken look across his features.

Carefully, Lily pulled her legs to sit up on them, they weren’t too far from each other. Propping herself up with an arm she kept her voice quiet so as to not startle him further.

“Finn? Are you alright?” She leaned her torso forwards, partially off of the bed to be that little bit closer to him without leaving her bed. Lily did not want to over step, it seemed he was already calming himself down by the look of his chest as it raised slowly and fell.

He kept his head tilted as he listened to Xevon talk his way through his own thoughts, concocting his own version of the plan as it went on. At the huff of frustration, Callisto stretched his spine, arching his lower back with a small grunt.

“I think her jaws would be enough to crack it. He would need a weapon though. I do not think a flap of his wings would do much.” Callisto let a small glitter of light into his eyes at the veiled taunt. It was more of a jab to Xevon than it was to Finn. He let it linger in the air for a moment before leaning back again.

“They do need the ring though.” Callisto’s expression shifted towards a hint of concern. “I do not think they will happily agree on who should wear it though.” He mused. “She has no fear of death as her role is not so defined. He, however, is purely here to die.”

Lily kept quiet as Finn spoke, but as he explained she glided her legs off of the bed and a small thunk of her feet as they met the floorboards. Sitting on the edge of the bed, peering over at him, she tilted her head. Her hair following the movement.

“Escaped? From the people that sent us here?” Was he one of them? One of the people who had sent poor souls to their demise. A fleeting look of suspicion crept onto her face as she debated voicing those exact concerns. But if he was with them, why was he now here? On top of that, Finntello did not appear to be of the disposition to send people to eternal damnation.

“Sorry,” Lily raised a hand in apology. “I know you don’t know either.” She let the judgemental whirling thoughts fade into the back of her head. If that were the case, she would deal with what that meant later. Now, she smiled towards him. No use being angry over something that was completely unproven.

“Though it seems the dreamcatcher didn’t work so well for you.”