The lady Cheth collapses to the ground, her hands still resting on the arms of the chair. Her cloak billows red behind her, and she lowers her head. Her voice is shaky, becoming more quiet, as Phaedra looks down, bewildered.

Cheth: She's not coming back. She's never coming back. Unless... Unless...

Phaedra continues looking down with wide eyes. Cheth raises her head just enough to show her bright red eyes - and a red tear about to fall from one of them. She reaches up to wipe it away, baring her fangs once more.

Cheth: Oh, to HELL with this...

She stands, her black hair rising like dark wings - intimidating Phaedra, who looks tiny and fearful below her.

Cheth: I have neither the time nor patience to deal with a silly little zealot. You are too loyal to the lies you've been told.