Lily tried to work out what that look was that splashed across his features before she could get a reply. Dipping her head a little to try and get a better viewing point. For a moment, her eyes drew up to where his hair was sticking out from between his fingers like spikes of dry grass.

"A memory?" She ventured, repeating him. "A washing board? I haven't seen one in person before, but yes I know what you mean." Her voice was slow and careful, treading on eggshells around the topic. It was unusual to have a memory of using one, the only places she had seen them were on historical shows.

Lily cleared her throat as she was suddenly the object of the conversation. "I can't say I have, I mean I remember who I am for the most part, but I don't know anything more than my name really..." She pulled her lip, biting at some of the dry skin on the bottom one. "I-I'm sorry, I haven't remembered anything yet." She felt like she had offended him perhaps with her lack of memory returning. He had spoken about it a few times, yet she had nothing. Not even a glimpse when she was asleep. Then she remembered the metallic weight in her back pocket, feeling the pull of the object on her jeans she pondered, maybe now she would start to get returning memories. Perhaps the talismans had been the key to bringing them out and she had only just obtained hers.

Lily went to move and retrieve it from her back pocket, but the movement made the drying blood on her arms stretch. Making its presence known again, she grimaced at the feeling. "Can we talk about this more when we aren't covered in your blood?"

Lily tried to offer a small smile as he agreed, wanting to offer him to go first but she would be lying to herself if she didn't want first dibs. "Thank you, I'll be quick." She murmured, drifting towards the bed with all the towels, she plucked one of the last larger ones from the pile before slipping into the bathroom.

For the first time, Lily pondered on the idea that the shower may not work, the taps did so the chances were high, but she could never really know until she tried. Before she removed her stained clothes, Lily leaned into the shower and pulled the tap. Relief washing over her as the water began to flow, a soft sigh leaving her lips. This would be nice.

After she stood in the shower for longer than was probably required, she forced herself to turn off the calming warm stream. The sudden chill greeting her skin prickled the hairs, with quickened steps she moved to wrap her towel around herself. As she began to dry off the droplets of water, Lily's eyes carried towards the pile of clothes. A thought struck her, she had not checked the t-shirt beneath her jumper to see if it was stained, she prayed it wasn't or else she would have to pull the bloodied clothing back onto her clean skin.

She reached for the shirt and lifted it from the floor, it was clean. Smiling, Lily dressed herself once more and left the towel hanging by the shower, unsure if there was another large towel that was not covered in blood. Carefully, she pulled the door open and stepped out, carrying her shoes in one hand. The shirt was simple, a white t-shirt with red shoulders and stitching. Her hair was pushed back over her head, towel dried so it would not drip onto the floor, face lightly flushed from the heat.

"It's all yours." She hummed, making her way towards the bed without towels, perhaps she could rest while he showered.

Callisto had remained hovering beside Xevon, following him as he moved towards Finntello. He had no desire to go into the bathroom and watch Lily shower, for one that would be creepy and two it did not interest him. However, Callisto did make a point of trying to be in the line of sight for Finn, trying gauge if the man could perceive him yet. With the talismans together, his appearance to the living would be quicker and Lily's gift would arrive a lot sooner than Finn's had. By judging how quickly his own form could be made out by Finn and Lily, he could give them an estimate as to when Lily would have her round of pain.

"I will say, her not remembering things is a little interesting." He was half talking to himself as he directed his head towards Xevon, eyes still trailing over Finn's form on the bed. "I thought at least something would bleed through by now, as it had for him." Callisto gestured loosely towards the now half-winged man before him.

Callisto’s eyebrow quirked up as Finn decided to chime in on their conversation, he would have to get used to having other people aside from Xevon pipe up when he spoke his thoughts. “To be truthful, I still do not know the way things work here and I’ve been - “ He paused, casting a glance towards Xevon, debating whether or not to finish his sentence. “I’ve been here a long time.” He conceded, deciding not to reveal much more. As Xevon looked back towards his talisman holder, Callisto’s eyes scanned over him, softening a little. He was glad Xevon had showed up when he had, obviously him living would have been preferable. But some little selfish part of him was thankful to his companion.

Lily had settled herself onto the bed, letting her feet dangle from where she sat briefly, idly letting her gaze travel around the room. When she heard the water start back up again, her eyes made contact with the pale figure again. Except this time, it made her freeze. She could see an outline, a human figure taking form in the misty space beside her. Her surprise must have been clear as Callisto spoke in response to her shell-shocked appearance.

“I am glad you are beginning to perceive me as more than a disembodied voice.” His voice remained light, peppered with a small laugh. “You will be able to see us both very soon, I think. I believe your friend in there has sped this up a little.” Callisto remained where he stood, not wanting to cause Lily any more uncomfortable feelings other than his presence alone.

Lily slowly nodded, still feeling bewildered by the progression of the last 24 hours. “W-Who are you both? Why are we here?” She began to stream out her questions, now confused as to why Finntello had not asked these questions of them before. “Are we going to die here?” Whilst the anxiety still nibbled at her, Lily needed to know the situation. If she knew, perhaps she could keep a more level head.

When Finntello emerged from the bathroom, her eyes were ripped from the figure before her and landed on his face first. Then the lack of shirt. Then the sprawling wings. Lily’s eyes widened a little at the sight, after a few seconds of silence she scrambled to speak.

“What now?” She pressed, a tinge of disbelief in her tone as she rose to her feet and began to walk towards him in awe. Her eyes trailing along the feathers that fell gracefully from his back. Walking around him in a circle as she appraised the sudden arrival of the still slightly damp feathers, the colour bright at the tips. “I thought they were going to stay small, not this.” Her eyes remained trained on his torso as she stopped circling, standing in front of him. A quick jerk of her shoulders upon her realisation that she was staring blatantly at the topless man, she pressed her lips into a thin line and jolted her eyes back up to Finn’s face.

“What did you ask me?” Lily offered a sheepish smile as she tilted her head to gaze up at him, she had been distracted by this mythical appearance of wings, painting him angelic.

Lily’s eyes met Finn’s for the briefest moment before his limbs jumped up into their tensed pose, pushing out his muscles in an overly dramatic display. Her widened by a fraction, taken aback by the sudden teasing, her face flooding with blood. She could feel the heat painting her face as he spoke, but he seemed to be moving onto their previous conversation. Plans, yes they needed to figure out what they were going to do. Sleep sounded good, especially because it meant that she could go and hide from her embarrassment under the cool covers. Her lips began to split in response, to agree that sleep would be wonderful when she caught the glint his eyes return.

Lily sucked in a breath, feeling herself grow impossibly hotter, Finn’s own skin was kissed with pink but it was barely noticeable in contract to what she imagined her own cheeks looked like. Her hands rose up, palms facing him as she began to stammer her reply.

“I-I wasn’t trying to stare, I was looking at your wings!” Lily frantically spilled the words from her mouth, a breathless laugh accompanying her defence. She turned her head to look away for a moment, wishing her hair wasn’t still wet so that she could hide behind the strands. “Sleep is a good idea.” Her voice was quieter, trying to move their conversation on from her apparent gawking.

Callisto’s eyebrows scrunched up in slight judgement as he watched the interaction, Xevon making an artistic display of his own distaste. His eyes followed his friend as he flicked his hand around, a mumble of amusement rising to his own throat. Callisto was certainly not opposed to admiring the strange courtship happening in front of him, objectively Finn was handsome, but blondes weren’t his type. He preferred brooding, striking people. His head cocked to the side as he studied Xevon’s expression. “You’re rather dramatic, Xevon.” An amused laugh guided his words.

Lily felt her shoulders tense as she heard the voices to the side of them. Suddenly aware that not only had Finn just witnessed that, the two ghosts had also seen it. Oh Gods, she wanted to crawl into a ball and melt into the floor.

Her attention carefully rounded back towards Finn as she listened to the others converse. Peeking up towards him as he began to move towards the bed, she tried to reduce the warmth in her skin but she knew it wouldn’t subside for a while.

Callisto’s face flashed with a hint of concern as he listened to the progressing talk between his friend and the living man, he began to shift from where he stood, leaning closer towards Xevon. He felt a pang of guilt as he announced he would return to prowling for their tormentor. The well of fear began to yawn open inside of him once more at the thought of heading out to find the god, but the pull towards his companion was beginning to beat it out this time. Especially with the irritated tone to Xevon’s words, he did not wish to leave him to his own devices like that. As the last tip of his wings vanished through the door, Callisto looked back over towards the living.

“Sleep. Do not unlock that door unless you are sure it is safe. Do not go up to the third floor, that is for later.” His so far softer voice had hardened, seriousness drifting into its place. “I mean it.” Callisto concluded before darting out of the room after Xevon.

“Wait, don’t go sulking off.” He hurried to reach Xevon’s side once more, reaching out to poke at his shoulder. “He will still be up there, you still want to go see him?” Vague disbelief carried through his comment, trying to offer a hint of a smile. Once more, not exactly hitting the mark in the smile department. Sometimes he just looked uncanny.

Lily let out a large sigh, feeling the air deflate from her as she shuffled towards the bed she had slept in previously. Making a point to keep her eyes averted from Finn. “You seem to be good at annoying your ghost.” She shot the comment over her shoulder as she idly moved her pillow about, trying to appear like she was doing something.