Cheth stands behind Phaedra, hands clasped behind his back, and mocks Pharos’ voice. Cheth’s black banded markings show on the back of the King-Admiral’s coat and wrapped around his arms.
Cheth: Why are you crying, darling? Aren’t you glad to see me again?
Phaedra turns away, clamping her hands over her ears, shaking.
Phaedra: Stop. Don’t use his voice.
He reaches out with mock concern, as though genuinely trying to comfort the girl. The red tinged sea makes his gesture look menacing. Phaedra is crying.
Cheth: You hurt me, Phaedra! I’m only a caring father, trying to comfort my sad little girl.
Phaedra: Stop it!
Cheth drops the act- and half of the skin from his face. Pharos’ eyes are lit with red and the bone of his jaw and teeth are exposed. He grabs Phaedra’s chin with one skeletal hand and pulls her around to face him.
Cheth: Look me in the eye, my dear!
He releases her and straightens to his full, somewhat towering height. He’s less gruesome now, with no more exposed bone, but he still has complete control of the situation as he looks down on her.
Cheth: I’ll admit it, you beat me fairly… But are you really going to stand there and brag? I know you’re smarter than that.