He gave a little chuckle at her shocked expression and explained,
"The Toltramon cannot simply be rocked and soothed and lulled back to sleep as if it is some child. I have known for many weeks now that the Dragon Bell was awake, but I was never completely sure until now. Everything will be consumed in a great fire, and I suggest you focus more on the overload of souls that will need to be collected rather than trying and failing to stop the Fate Bell."
Lila removed her glasses and rubbed her bleary eyes. Her sight was getting blurry with sleep and she was having a hard time focusing on what he was saying. She cleaned the lenses of her glasses with her shirt and looked up at him. His fuzzy shape move away, and then she felt a slightly scratchy blanket being draped over her shoulders. Putting her glasses back on, she looked back at him, but her vision was still blurry. Undertaker gestured to a hall leading to a back room.
"You need to rest if you are to be ready. It won't be long until the Bell awakens fully and you cannot afford to be tired, unless you want to risk the Thorns of Death."
Lila gave him a grateful smile, pulled her blanket tighter around her, and followed him down the hall to the back room. It was small and windowless but there was a bed that looked to have been freshly made. This had been his room many years ago, and had only begun sleeping in coffins to honor his deceased master. The room looked like it was also a storage room for extra coffins and crafting supplies, but it was well organized and fairly clean. Lila walked over and sat down on the bed, giving Undertaker a grateful smile. No words needed to be exchanged between them as he returned the smile, and left. As soon as he was gone and Lila's head hit the pillow she was asleep.
The following morning he cooked her breakfast, but it was closer to noon by the time she was awake and back out to the chairs and coffin that had been set up the day before. She had straightened her suit and hair as well as she could, but it was pretty clear she had recently gotten up. He brought her a bowl of oatmeal, since he didn't really keep much normal food around, and sat beside her.
"Lila, it won't be safe for you here. I want you to return to the States the first chance you get."
Lila looked up at Undertaker and saw for the first time the man not smiling. She relented and agreed that she would go home and stay out of the affairs of London. Undertaker knew she was strong and could take care of herself, but she was also young and still strongly led by her emotions. She finished her bowl, set it down, and walked over to Undertaker, hugging him as tightly as she had the day before. Since he was taller than her, she had to get up on her tiptoes a bit to kiss his pale, cold cheek and whisper into his ear,
"...I love you."