Phaedra looks to the side, indignant.

Phaedra: Not really. I just... Something about it is bothering me.

Cheth looks astounded.

Phaedra (offscreen): ...Whatever. Doesn't matter, anyway.

Cheth's face shifts to an incredibly smug smile.

Cheth: HM.

Phaedra looks down, angry.

Phaedra: Don't get smug. I still think you're lying.

Cheth bares a gleaming row of sharp teeth.

Cheth: A single drop of doubt still raises the sea.

Her red waterspout raises her higher, and she takes Phaedra's chin in her hand, playfully. Phaedra leans back a bit, afraid but not budging.

Cheth: Maybe there's hope for you yet, girl. I never would have thought.

Cheth awkwardly pats Phaedra's cheek. Phaedra glares forward, but blushes slightly.

Cheth begins moving downward, her hair billowing around her. She waves. Phaedra looks down, standing stiffly.

Cheth: Keep that mind open, Philemon. Someday the truth might fly right in!