Suddenly, a knife flies through the air, and lodges itself squarely through the lady Cheth's left hand with a SHUNK. The man - and the plesiosaur outside - both react with the same wide-eyed pain.
Phaedra lies on the ground, but has clearly just thrown it. She yells up at the lady, who examines her injured hand - and the red veins now flowing from it.
Phaedra: DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HER!
The man rushes in, grabs the woman's hand, and yanks the knife out. He turns to scream at Phaedra with his most terrifying face possible.
Cheth: OH, WOULD YOU STOP THAT??
He turns to his other half, clasping her hand in his. Divine symbols float upward as he heals it. He looks at her, distraught. And whispers.
Cheth: I am SO sorry.
The woman grimaces, bearing the pain, repeating "ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch" under her breath.