It is weird drawing Phaedra so happy again. Weird in a good way, though. More happy Phaedra, please.
Phaedra kneels on the ground with Katja, who looks attentively.
Phaedra: I've talked to so few people with really bad seabite. Much less a little kid. He's been through a lot, hasn't he?
Phaedra lifts her right arm, letting it turn skeletal. She observes it, looking forlorn.
Phaedra: The pain of a bite... I felt it only for a moment, but... what a white-hot nightmare. I'm just glad I bled out before it took over.
Katja looks up, whining sadly.
Phaedra: And that boy is going to become a Fata Morgana? No matter what? To think that Cheth would let children suffer, just to get a bit more power.
Phaedra grips her hand, turning it back to normal with a glow of blue energy. She tenses her fist, looking angry.
Phaedra: It's not fair. Not one bit.
She brightens, and slams her fist into her open palm with determination. She smiles.
Phaedra: But maybe we can still do something. Let's help him feel a bit more comfortable!
Down below, Pavel's lantern illuminates a stairway, which he begins to climb. Several small animal sea ghosts watch him from the shadows, fascinated by the light.