As the portrait continues to glow red behind Pavel, he starts to peer toward it. But as he turns the red tendrils of light fizzle away from the portrait, leaving it as it once was. He barely gets to see them disappear.
Pavel: Hm?
Pavel and Katja both look quizzically toward the painting. Phaedra looks forcibly pleasant behind them, and puts her hands together with a single clap.
Phaedra: ...WELL! It has been WONDERFUL to meet you, Pavel. We can talk more in the morning. I'm sure you're tired.
Pavel turns toward her and points back toward the painting with his thumb.
Pavel: Wait, but... he's here, isn't he?
Phaedra's face contorts into a pained and terrified smile.
Phaedra: WHO'S HERE?! There's no one else here, it's just us. Alone. Everything is fine!
She jumps off the bed and puts two hands on Pavel's light bubble ushering him toward the door. He walks, looking behind at her, and Katja trots in front of the pack, looking back with lots of worry. Phaedra sweats, still smiling and looking into space.
Phaedra: Gosh, you've had a very long and traumatizing day, haven't you? You deserve a great night's sleep, so let's get you tucked into bed, safe and cozy! Then we'll get you off this boat and back home in no time!
