With Rico, Helena, and Niamh's help, Lily's wrist came free, thankfully in one piece. There was a red ring around her wrist that would bruise, but nothing was broken and, most importantly, she wasn't in danger of being drowned in god only knew what sort of filth. She fell back against Rico when she broke free, with a "holy shit, thank you" and a gasp that was a mingling of pain and relief. She was up a few seconds later, struggling through the screams in her head to track what else was going on and put some distance between herself and the tub. It looked like someone had found the tether, and Max's hair was dripping, which had her grimacing sympathetically.
Her eyes tracked to Charlie as she scrambled up and gave directions to the safe room; when she broke off, Lily followed her gaze to see the water sloshing in the tub and the wet footprints slowly appearing on the floor as if by magic. It didn't take a genius to realize what was going on, and Lily's skin crawled, a shudder finding its way down her spine. Bad enough seeing the footprints and having no way of seeing what was actually there, but then again, that was probably a good thing. "Oh Jesus fuck," she said. "Definitely going. Going now." Hand on the wall briefly to steady herself, she was off after Charlie.