The entourage continues down the hallway. Euphemia takes up the rear with the samoyeds, as Daphne and Halea lead the way.
Euphemia (thinking): Do you plan on silencing me too? Might be a blessing at this point... Anything to escape this stupid stage play. Please, charbroil my poor old brain and let me sleep. Do it. I DARE you.
Daphne turns to Halea, who looks down worriedly.
Daphne: You look even sicker than when you left, Hallie. Let's have the kitchen cook up a warm meal for you.
Halea 'speaks' back.
Halea (thinking): Why should I? Your idiot daughter shuts you up PERFECTLY. You have a front-row seat, little owl. Keep watching.
In stark contrast, Halea reassuringly puts a hand on Daphne's shoulder, smiling down at her.
Halea (speaking): Ah, no need! I ate shortly before arriving at the docks. I am fit as a fiddle... as always.
Daphne looks unconvinced, grabbing her friend's hand.
Daphne: Hallie...
Behind them, Euphemia grits her teeth.
Euphemia (thinking): A vulture in peacock's clothing... I'll see you burn yet.
Down the darkened hallway, Halea's thought returns.
Halea (thinking): Your granddaughter burns first <3
