Pavel holds the octopus in front of his face, panicking and sweating. The eyes in the vent look toward him, concerned. Phaedra holds a hand to her chin, thinking.
Phaedra: Hm. Maybe that question was too personal. I'm sorry for stressing you out again.
She picks up the plate of scones, and offers it to him.
Phaedra: Would you like some of my... uh... medicine?
Phaedra pushes the scones through the barrier, and Pavel grabs one.
Phaedra: I guess you're almost done with your stay at an aquifer, right? Six months? You must be fully treated by now.
Pavel holds the scone and forces a broad smile.
Pavel: Haha, yep! All good. Because of the... WATER.
Phaedra loses herself in her thoughts, clasping her hands and closing her eyes.
Phaedra: Ah, the aquifers... they're so beautiful, aren't they? Sacred volcanic springs, blessed by a single touch of Shoshana's sacred white trident!
She sees Shoshana in her mind's eye, dancing barefoot across the surface of a volcanic pool. Her hair and robes are golden, with blue and orange accents in the shape of feathers and flowers. Her orange sash has the same band markings as the Plume Church priests. Her long black cape is thrown backward in the dance, and a great black-and-blue feather boa floats around her. In her hand is a long white trident, also decorated with feathers.
Phaedra: No one else could heal wounds and soothe souls like she could. For her to spare just a bit of her power to help those in their darkest moments? Ah... what an angel.