Calliope lay back on the bed. She patted the coverlet beside her with one hand. Neil cocked an eyebrow.

“I don’t bite,” she told him with a lazy lilt in her voice.

“I’m pretty sure that’s a lie,” he admitted and then sat down on the bed beside her. She could feel the pull of the spell book he was holding through his shirt. That was probably both a good and a bad sign.

“I can’t say that I love a situation where our best option is being surrounded by undead,” she muttered. Neil started to say something but Calliope’s arm shot out and caught him by the wrist. He jerked, coming half to his feet and looking for threats.

 

“Our best option is being surrounded by undead,” she repeated as a flash of inspiration raced through her brain.

 

“Oh…..kay…” Neil put in, slowly relaxing as his body caught up with his mind. He sat back down.

“I’m going to be honest, it dosen’t sound like a great option,” he confessed.

 

“You need to get some rest,” she said, pulling him down so he lay beside her. She didn’t have much strength but he didn’t seem inclined to resist.

 

“Why do I get the impression it isn’t because you just feel a sudden concern for my health,” he pressed. Calliope shook her head.

 

“After you get some sleep, and its good and dark, I need you to rob a temple for me,” she replied musily.

“You need me to WHAT?” he demanded, but she was already asleep.