Anya was silent throughout his entirely recount. She didn't dare interrrupt, realising that this was something he needed to get out, and even then, she could hear the emotion in his voice. For now, she focused on finishing up with Ashley, making sure he was all right.

"All right, Lindsay?" She started, "You need to just breathe. Focus on your breathing for the moment, all right? Can you do that?" She asked. Lindsay nodded before just trying to do exactly that. It left her in silence for a few as she made sure that Ashley would be all right for the moment.

"Come on." She said as she got to her feet.

"we need to head downstairs. Can you two read?" She asked, her voice curious, and non-judgemental.

♫Feed my insanity || Write me a tragedy || Let's make a memory || A night to forget♫

She led him down to the main room again, before grabbing some parchment, a quill and an inkwell.

"You can write well?" She asked. Lindsay nodded.

"Here, write a note for your brother, let him know where he is, and what happened. " She said as she sat him down at the desk she had, and set the writing materials ahead of him.

"And then run it up to the room so he will find it upon waking."

♫Feed my insanity || Write me a tragedy || Let's make a memory || A night to forget♫

"Now, would you like to learn something new?" Anya asked when he returned, her voice soft, kind.

"It might be good for you to learn a new skill." She added with a light shrug.

"If you're interested, of course." She added. She didn't know if he'd be interested normally, nevermind when she was trying to use it as a means of distracting him from his brothers current state. She knew he was worried, he'd be nigh on panicking when he arrived after all. She wanted to distract his mind to hopefully make it that he wasn't freaking out about his brother.

Him panicking and getting himself all worked up would most certainly not help things.

"Or would you rather make plans for when he wakes?" She asked, her voice curious. "Ah, and on the topic of your brother, would you like to have a few of my spiders head up there to watch over him?"

♫Feed my insanity || Write me a tragedy || Let's make a memory || A night to forget♫

Anya just motioned over toward the shelving she had.

"There are some spiders on the third shelf from the top, so about your eye level." She started.

"Go and ask them to help. Explain your concern." She said.

"Give them reason to trust you." She added with a light chuckle.

"Once you have done that, we will head to the basement. I think you might like what I have down there." As she spoke she got to her feet, having taken a seat while Lindsay was writing.

"And I am intricately connected to my spiders. If they detect something as subtle as a change in his heartrate, I will know."

♫Feed my insanity || Write me a tragedy || Let's make a memory || A night to forget♫

They seemed to look between each other, and he could have sworn he heard something that could have counted as 'chatter' between them, in some sort of spider speak, before one scurried off. They vanished behind the shelving unit, as one of the remaining looked to Lindsay and ... almost seemed to nod. As awkward as that was for a spider.

Anya, meanwhile, made her way to the door that hid the stairs down. On her way, she grabbed a spider though, and it crawled up onto her shoulder. It wasn't visible there, but it would light the way rather nicely.

Then again, that's part of the agreement for them living there. They were the lightsource in the basement, because she didn't want to deal with the whole oil and actual fire thing. So she had these guys, and in exchange for their survival and her making it a point to feed them bugs and such, they offered their webbing and such for light.

She was waiting patiently though.

♫Feed my insanity || Write me a tragedy || Let's make a memory || A night to forget♫

"Through here." Anya answered honestly before opening the door with a key that he hadn't noticed was hanging on the wall. She then started heading down the stairs, down into the depths of darkness below. It was surprisingly dark and oppressive down there, but there was a definite.... friendliness there.

Well, mostly.

Once he was on the basement floor and not the stairs, he noticed that one direction was extremely unpleasant feeling. The overall air and aura that it had was ..... he'd probably say worse than where he grew up, if he was being honest. The rest though? It was a basement. A lowly lit one though.

Anya made her way to another door, not the one that had such an oppressive feeling, before opening it and smirking lightly. She was sure he'd appreciate the lighting of the room. She stepped inside, figuring he'd be following her, before turning to face him.

Only to find that he hadn't moved.

"Lindsay?" She asked, wondering what was going on.

♫Feed my insanity || Write me a tragedy || Let's make a memory || A night to forget♫

Anya froze, not entirely sure what to make of this. This was... most certainly not what she had expected. Sure, Lindsay wasn't one that would be a doormat to walk over, but he wasn't like this, from what she'd seen so far.

"... Lindsay?" She asked, not sure if she would get a response. When he didn't respond, she just made her way over and sat down, her legs crossed, in front of him. She did this mostly so they were eye level.

"Hey... Lindsay. You're ok." She said, her voice calm, almost like a mother would have when speaking to her own child.

"You've done nothing wrong. You're ok. What can I do to help?" She asked, honestly curious, and rather concerned.

Was Ashley like this too? What was the trigger?

♫Feed my insanity || Write me a tragedy || Let's make a memory || A night to forget♫

Anya didn't say anything, just took his hand as a means of attempting to give him some comfort. She was silent until he actually managed to say what he did at the end.

"Don't apologise Lindsay." She said, her voice soft.

"I didn't know that coming down here would be an issue. Do you want to just head back upstairs? we can find something else to do, to occupy your time until Ashley wakes, if you'd prefer." She then said.

"I don't want to cause you undue stress."

♫Feed my insanity || Write me a tragedy || Let's make a memory || A night to forget♫

".... You do realise that I have some questions for you now, right?" Anya asked after a moment or two, not entirely sure how he'd feel about it. She wanted to make sure that he was aware of that. However, when he nodded, Anya just smiled softly.

"I... I will answer your questions as best I can." Lindsay answered, his voice was a bit quiet, but it was nothing extreme.

"Thank you. Now, for now.... are you all right?" She asked, concern to her voice.

"If you need to take some time, we can wait. If you are good, then please, take this spider and head into that room with the open door." She added as she held the spider in question out.

"It'll be something I think you really will like."

♫Feed my insanity || Write me a tragedy || Let's make a memory || A night to forget♫

Anya followed him into the room.

"I've been on the surface for much longer than I look to have been." She commented as she stepped up to some of the drums, tapping them lightly.

"Would you like to learn anything?" She asked, her voice curious.

"I am well versed in all of these instruments, and if there is any that you might wish to learn to play.... I can most certainly help with that." She said.

"I mean, I am not perfect, not by any stretch. However, I am quite good, I'd like to say."

♫Feed my insanity || Write me a tragedy || Let's make a memory || A night to forget♫