The bite of bone through the thin fabric of her school shirt was sore, but Filia couldn't bring herself to care at that moment. It was Squigly. Squigly, alive and well. It was a miracle - a genuine, bona-fide miracle. She could deal with a prickle of discomfort or two in the face of that.

She never thought that she'd see Squigly without the danger of the Skull Heart hanging over their heads. To have her here and not to have that dangling like a damoclesian sword was wonderful beyond words.

Unbeknownst to her, Samson's lips, for lack of a better term, thinned in response to Leviathan's narrowed eyes. That was a cause for concern. The old worm should have been awakened if anyone had tried to make Squigly their shambling, corpsey automaton. That meant that something had happened to bring a dead girl back to life and completely under her own control.

... Or someone. But who? This wasn't Sehkmet's style - nor Eliza's, though they were one in the same. The Medicis didn't have that sort of power and even if they did, why use it on a Contiello?

It didn't make sense. They'd need to all get their heads together to talk about it. He cleared his throat, making Filia wince a bit as she had a semi-burp because of the resulting air vacumn in her throat. She stepped back from Squigly, covering her mouth and looking a little embarrassed.

"This is cute 'n' all, but it can't be comfortable standing around in grave dirt. You two'll need a place to crash -"

"Come and stay with us."

... Samson sighed. That wasn't where he'd been going with that, even if he had been about to invite them over.