Okay so they can try to navigate the process of getting a room at Josie's - "or two or three depending on the price I guess."

Josie, it transpires, only has two rooms available right now, on account of how being the closest thing the town has to a hotel isn't nearly steady enough to make keeping many worthwhile and old Pete is on the outs with his wife again. 

"Two is fine, thank you!" She hands over whichever kind of currency Josie wants.

She takes plat and hands over the keys to the rooms. "Meals not included," she warns, "you pay for those separately." 

"Understood."

"I assume it's you two in one room, me in the other?" 

"We could do me alone! She talks in her sleep and I've somehow survived this long but God, at what cost."

Giggle. "Is that such a hardship? My brother snores and it never bothered me much." 

"I'm a light sleeper. If she falls asleep first, or has a dream, I'm in trouble. I take naps about it but I was looking forward to college."

"Aha. Uh, he's my half brother, strictly speaking. On the human side. Seems like it might be relevant later or something."

"We're twins. I'm the older twin."

"He's a couple years older. And very protective. Which is a little silly, considering that I'm an immortal starchild and he is not, but big brothers are like that." 

They reach the top of the stairs to the second level where the rooms are. 

"Do I get my own -"

"I don't mind if Lucy doesn't."

"I don't mind but, uh, I am a highly tactile person and have been told I snuggle in my sleep. If that bothers you." 

"That would only matter if -"

She opens the door to their room. There is one bed.

"- if, uh, I couldn't manifest a sleeping bag around myself on the floor, but, I can do that."

"Oh, uh, I can take the floor, it's fine, I am or at least can be literally made of diamond, most things are more comfortable when you're harder than they are." 

"If you're sure?"

"Give me the blankets and do the sleeping bag thing on the bed? But it's fine, I spent a lot of nights outside as a giant crab with no bedding at all before I learned to shapeshift." 

"Okay." Isabella gives over the blankets and flops down and bags herself in a puffy red and blue sleeping bag.

Lucy turns transparent and rolls herself up in the blankets like a crab roll that would definitely break a tooth. Apparently the glowing is optional even like this, which is convenient. 

"I'm glad I met you, even factoring in that it involved me falling down a well to a strange planet with a silent sun. I mean part of that is the opportunity to raise the dead of more worlds but not all of it, I like you." 

"I like you too," says Isabella. "This has been... interesting... but you've been really good to have along."

"I try. Good night." 

"Night."

Isabella does, if Lucy takes more than fifteen minutes to fall asleep, turn out to say a lot of words.

That's kind of adorable, actually. 

Lucy wakes early and watches the dim sunrise.