Lil watched a dismissive hand at him - she didn't really like his tone, but she couldn't very well tell him to never use the tone with her again. Well, she could've, but there was a limit to how controlling Liliha really wanted to be [or cared too, it really was too much to remember when the sun came back up again].
"I was laughing at the irony, not the situation," she told him bluntly. "It's how must of them are, these demons. They go absolutely insane whenever one of their lovers die. I wouldn't be surprised if he died from a broken heart," she spoke matter-of-factly, as if his passing wouldn't bother her at all.
Ilo was getting various chills trailing up his spine, from both Stefan and Lil. Even he couldn't place whether she was covering up her true feelings to the thoughts of her father dying, or if she really was as cold-hearted as she sounded. He vigorously scratched his head, squirming as he glanced between the two nervously.
"...Stay? Why should you stay? She isn't a little kid," Ilo spoke up, looking up at Stefan with a frown. "I'm sure if you just go through that door and keep walking you'll eventually turn up somewhere." He added in a soothing tone.
Ilo didn't care where Stefan wound up. But he certainly didn't want him staying with Liliha.
Lil looked passive about the entire day - as if she couldn't care either way. Which was, truthfully. Most nights she couldn't sleep, being the horrible insomniac she was. Sleep was rare on regular, calm nights, and got exceedingly rare the more stress she was under. She rubbed her face with a hand wearily, as if maybe both of them were wearing her out.
"I'm staying." Ilo abruptly spoke, causing Lil to merely raise an eyebrow at him. Ilo pouted and childishly crawled onto the bed, curling under Lil's blankets and resting his head on her pillow. He didn't look like he was moving.
Lil, at first, looked like she wanted to say something. Or maybe punch him in the face, it wasn't quite clear at first. Then her hand raised and then fell, exasperated. "I don't even care anymore," she mumbled, sliding off the bed and glancing at Stefan and around the room, impassive.
Lil stood and peeked carefully into her 'closet'. She closed the door quietly and quickly, finding that it was her mother's room. She wondered where her front door led too, and out of curiousity she went over and peered out. Opening it she almost immediately closed it, the strong, pungent, sharp, and sweet scent of magic infiltrating her room. She muttered something about a world and resumed looking around her room. It was well kept, elegant and very much a young lady's, but had a simpleness, and clean-cut air to it that made it Lil's.
Ilo wriggled in the bed determinedly, gripping the covers.
The turning of the little lamp finished, and so did its quiet music. It shut off by itself and left the room in relative darkness. No one really seemed to mind it. Lil knew by memory where everything was in her room [besides outside her door and in her closet] because she knew this wouldn't change. It had her own magic laced in it, what little her father had allowed her when she was a child.
Lifting up a blanket, she pryed open a chest, pulling out blankets of rich, deep colors, varying in textures - some velvets, satins, and silks. She scattered them onto the floor carelessly, as if such fine things were wasted on her. She walked to her bed and tossed her pillow to the floor, leaving Ilo one.
"There. Make yourself a bed," she said to Stefan flippantly before sitting on the edge of her own bed. Ilo was so annoying. When they had been children they had done this, along with Taima. With a frustrated sigh she laid back for a moment before sitting up. She was restless. Great.
"Sleep," Ilo muttered, eyeing them all suspiciously.