Pavel looks on, surprised.
Pavel: Oh. Uh. I mean...
Phaedra walks past, trailing mist. Pavel hides his face behind the plushie.
Pavel: Oh no... Maybe I...
Phaedra walks toward her bed, her clothing disintegrating and showing bones beneath. Her arms hang limply at her sides. Katja raises a paw, trying to whine in reassurance, but to no avail.
Pavel: Maybe... I shouldn't have said that...
Phaedra collapses onto the mattress with a FWUMPH, and curls up in a ball, skeletal arms grasping her legs, her hair trailing behind her. Pavel and Katja look on from behind.
He raises a hand to his clenched teeth, panicking.
Pavel: Okay, THINK. She's not hungry. She's not thirsty. What should I...
He turns with a start, looking inspired.