This is basically Cheth and Phaedra's relationship in a single page.
It's, like, 99% death glares and troll faces.
Also I am rather proud of how that knife and hand turned out.
Phaedra: You’d better stop talking before I slice something else off. I don’t even care if there’s a relic or not- I’ll find a way to keep us above water.
The princess holds her two weapons in fisted hands. She grits her teeth- it seems to be taking all her self control to maintain composure and not slash out at them once more.
Phaedra: I am the leader of Cheline’s sacred navy. When I take my throne, I’ll have her on my side. And if I get my way, I’ll have Shoshana herself tear what’s left of your soul into shreds. If you can die, Cheth. You will die.
Dawn is well and truly underway at this point, and where Phaedra stands firm before the banished god that looks casually down at her, the light streams in.
Cheth: Will I really? Goodness, that tongue of yours is so threatening. I can’t wait to see what else it can do.
Phaedra is unimpressed, but Cheth is having fun. The male twin leans close and grins while the female watches on with faux innocence.
Cheth: You’d better stop talking before I get any more excited. If I had a bit less restraint, I’d collect you right here and now.
He raises his hands and shrugs. Phaedra frowns at him all the while, not budging from her disapproving glare.
Cheth: But I can be patient! I’ll have to wait until the holidays for my new present. How fitting.