He listened in quietness to Xevon talk his way through his thinking once more, devising the plan for the ring and its use. Though, Callisto suspected the living would not take kindly to each other throwing themselves at danger alone. He could deal with that irritating notion later. At the last words to leave Xevon’s lips, Callisto leaned himself up from the floor, not that he was really sitting directly on it. Rising up to his full height, he glanced down at his friend.

“It will be a blessing to watch that pitiful creature die after all this time.” He was surprised by the venom that had laced his comment, not that it displeased him. For all he cared, it could suffer the most painful death possible. Was the adrenaline still in his system from the skirmish? Why was he so quick to wish violence onto the god? He hadn’t been so ready for it before, typically that was Xevon’s role, to scorn. Then he looked over Xevon again, despite the pleasant visage before him now, he knew what lay beneath. What remained of his friend at the hands of that creature. It was that. That was what boiled the blood in his vessels. Nevermind his own broken body that lay forgotten somewhere.

Lily’s face scrunched up a little at the idea of having a family member involved in this chaos. “At least you dad..escaped? If that’s what it looked like.” And then with a small hum of realisation, she dropped her head a little. “You’re right, it’s not a memory catcher. Not sure why I thought that would work.” She added with a hint of exasperation. That meant that more traumatising memories were queued up and waiting for her mind to open again. The best part is that she had not yet remembered the blow that had sent her here, what a pleasant time that would be. Not.

“But you do feel alright? Yes?” Lily walked to the edge of his bed and bent at the waist to look over him. He looked fine. “Other than confused, I mean.” She attempted a smile towards him.

Callisto’s nose scrunched the smallest bit at the coarse sound from his friend, but he did not comment on it. Instead, as his gaze lifted to the ceiling and began to rise back up. He reached out and grabbed at Xevon’s wrist, taking great care not to grip too tightly.

“If that thing gets its claws on you again, I shall rip its throat out.” With that, he sent himself up through the ceiling and popped out in front of the living, letting his hand release Xevon.

Lily’s spine straightened quickly, a small pop of a bone as she did so. “Y-You look fine! I was just asking because I felt dreadful after last time.” She lifted her hands and faced the palms towards him, shaking them a little. “You look good.” She tried to right the obvious nerve she had touched a little too hard. “Promise.” Plastering a smile on to her lips to further prove her words. She wasn’t lying. He did look good, all things considered. Her jumper was ruined and now she was running around in a slightly tattered tank top and blue jeans. Not exactly glamorous.

She startled as Finn greeted the ghosts behind her. Turning, she saw Callisto first. He looked a little more…irate? If that was even possible.

“Everything is fine.” Callisto nodded his head towards Finn before he frowned for a moment. “I thought you two,” He lifted a hand to gesture between the two of them. “Were trying to sleep?” Then he recalled the woman’s previous comments, well Finn was more brazen with it, but she knew he could hear. “Unless you were doing something other than sleeping?” Callisto cocked an accusatory eyebrow towards the pair, looking between them with a knowing look.

Lily almost yelped at the claim, he was doing it on purpose. He had to be.

Lily’s eyes shifted towards Finn as he moved, dropping a shoulder. She almost spoke, interjecting to stop whatever response was about to draw itself out of his lips. Alas, it was too late and the fiery look that lit up Callisto’s eyes made her zip her lips even tighter.

His shoulder had jolted at the returned jab, his lip twitching indignantly as he stared down at the living man. He gave the tiniest glance from the corner of his eye towards Xevon as Finn referenced the two of them, only narrowing his gaze further as he went on. He wished the pair had just dozed away for the next eight hours, but apparently Callisto wasn’t that lucky.

Lily did feel a little prick of annoyance at her referral as to being simply the bride, but she refrained from furthering the disturbance with her own grumblings.

With a sharp kiss of his teeth, Callisto jerked her head away from the living and swung an arm out towards the door to the hallway. “You need to retrieve a ring.” He kept his words clipped and short, his nose and the space between his eyebrows creasing. He could take a good guess at where it was, but…that did mean another corpse to be discovered. Thankfully not his own, just the last unfortunate to be dragged here.

“If you have finished mouthing off like a child, you will find it in the kitchens.” Callisto shot a glare over his shoulder towards the now standing Finn, refusing to give the living man the satisfaction of looking over to where Xevon was.

Lily’s lips pressed into a thin line and finally she stepped forwards, grasping dramatically at Finntello’s arm after awkwardly fumbling for one of the daggers. Grazing past his wing as she slipped beside him. “A-Ah, yes, a ring. We can find a ring.” She circled her hand around his arm and began to half lead half drag Finn towards the door. “That’s easy, a ring.” She was almost reassuring herself. “Let’s go.” She looked up to Finntello as they grew closer to the door, a pointed look.

Callisto snapped his head around to look as Xevon as the living exited the room, his brows still scrunched together. The irritation made his eye twitch ever so slightly as he listened to his friend in silence. He only glanced down as his hand met with his shoulder.

“Well, I have been dead for centuries. I have an excuse for not /getting any/.” He mocked the terminology, that is certainly not how he would phrase it. He was not courting someone, or involved or something just less vulgar.

With a small huff, he lifted a hand in dismissal of his own words before he began exiting the room. “I will watch them, but if he makes a smart alec remark.” Callisto grumbled under his breath. He refused to see the resemblance between Xevon and Finn, Xevon actually liked him. Finn barely knew him and had the gall to speak like that. Xevon was allowed to, Finn was not.

Lily nudged Finn’s side with her shoulder as they slipped out into the hallway, carefully holding the dagger away from herself in her free hand.

“Can we play nice with them? We don’t know anything about this place.” She tried to convince him to bite his tongue, though she doubted it would actually accomplish anything. In truth, Callisto’s remark was a little out there, however she would not have bit back with such vigour.

“I just want to go home.” Lily turned her head to look up at him as she spoke, slightly widened eyes. She was sick of this place, as she was sure he was, but the longer she spent here the more she felt her energy draining.

Callisto’s eyes travelled to the hand that tapped his shoulder, trailing along the limb to meet the person it was attached to as he began to talk. He had stopped in the middle of his exit, carefully watching Xevon, barely a falter in his expression. It was unusual for the dark haired man to fumble his words, it was an interesting sight, that was for certain.

Then he felt like a stone had caved in his ribcage at the word love. It felt like a solid blow to his lungs that zapped all the air from them, making his throat tighten. Surely, he meant platonically, a familial love after being around each other for so long. Callisto couldn’t quite convince himself it was anything else, at least that’s what he tried to believe. He did not want to finish this hell and leave Xevon with the added pain of their departure due to amorous involvement with each other. As often as he found himself drifting towards those thoughts, he had a lot of time on his hands, it was always confusing. Did he actually feel like that towards Xevon, genuinely? Or was it simply the lack of other people that made him feel like this? It hurt his brain to try and think about it, so he avoided it.

The poor man must have looked like a deer in headlights. Standing frozen to the spot, staring at Xevon. What was he supposed to say in response to that? It had to be carefully constructed, even if his first instinct was to reach out towards the other.

“I would rather do that as well.” Incredible response, good job Callisto, he cursed himself. “I shall not be going anywhere without you beside me. That I can promise you.” There was the smallest alternation to his usually even keeled voice, a humming tone beneath that perhaps betrayed his inner turmoil. He felt his hand twitch up towards Xevon, reaching Callisto’s midsection before he reined in the action, catching himself before glancing outside the door to the pair walking down the hallway.

Lily’s chest raised before it fell with an accompanying huff of air, her eyes dropping to the floor in front of them. She hoped that he was right. That speaking it into existence would work. All they really had was hope and weird new abilities to help them get home. Whatever home meant to them both.

“I’m sure you will find him.” She peered back up to him for a moment, her hand on his arm tightening in a reassuring squeeze. That was when she realised she was still holding onto him, with a quick movement. Lily removed her arm from his and lifted the dagger with both of her hands, studying it, using the presence of Finn beside her to make sure she was still walking in a straight line.

“When we get out, we can find him together.”