Phaedra holds a finger up, warningly.
Phaedra: I'm still trying to figure it out. If I give you something in exchange for not telling the others... will you keep it secret?
Pavel looks up, eager.
Pavel: OOH! Maybe.
A short while later, Phaedra steps down the staircase from her quarters.
Phaedra: Here we go. A gift for you.
She kneels in front of Pavel with a small sheathed sword in her hands. She looks reverent. Pavel looks on, interested.
Phaedra: This is Chironex. It's a sword my dad forged for my little brother.
Pavel looks amazed.
Pavel: You have a brother?
Phaedra unsheathes the sword from his leather hilt. It's a simple silver shortsword, with an upturned manta as its guard. A 'P' shape is emblazoned on the nearest part of the blade. A small yellow tassel hangs from the pommel.
Phaedra: I did, and I still do. He just wasn't born alive.
She raises the sword in front of her, studying it carefully.
Phaedra: Chironex never made it into Philips hands...
She passes the sword into Pavel's light bubble. He grabs it.
Phaedra: ...So I put it solemnly into yours.
Pavel regards the sword, his expression unsure. He holds it silently.
