Halea speaks calmly and solemnly, as Daphne looks back to her, looking hurt.
Halea: Troubled thoughts lead to troubled conclusions.
Halea turns away from Daphne, and smiles to herself.
Halea: But I supposed it was inevitable in such times.
Daphne notices something, her eyes going wide.
Down the gangplank, six Saberfort soldiers walk as pallbearers for a casket, carrying it very gently. It is draped in black velvet, and resting on the top is an arrangement of green leaves and white flowers. Daphne, Halea, and Euphemia watch it descend - with the samoyeds hiding behind Euphemia.
Halea: After all, what are we, if not three mothers in mourning?
The casket reaches Daphne, who looks down on it silently.