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.

Pavel: Great.

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.

Pavel: OH!