Phaedra: Forgive me! I’m so sorry. I can’t stand seeing him like this… Please stop!

She begs, tears still streaming down her face. The experience has jarred her and her desperation shows.

Phaedra: Just let me go home. I’ll never insult you again.

Cheth: Good girl.

The favored form of the god appears at her shoulder, pleased by her apologies and fear. Phaedra startles at his voice and starts to turn away from her father, finding both of Cheth’s main ghosts, the black haired man and woman in watching purple and red garb. They look like twins.

Cheth: Remember your place - and stay there. As promised, I will now honor the terms of our agreement. But though I may be an honest god, I am not a very generous one.

Phaedra: What do you mean?

The menagerie of souls gathers around her again in a crowd, each skeleton sports red eyes that glow in the darkness of the ocean’s depths.

Cheth: Didn’t you ask for your life to be restored- along with the lives of your friends? Easy in theory, harder in practice. Your sappy friendship pact is going to require a bit of… compromise.

Pharos stands behind his daughter while the man and woman, their clothing now drifting about them in tatters and the tattoo bands wrapped around their bare bones, reach forward and cover the princess’ face with their hands. Phaedra looks like she wants to reach up and push them away but restrains herself.

Cheth: Let’s find out what your good luck has bought you, Princess Phaedra Philemon. Open your eyes… See the new life I have given you!