The young man backs away, terrified.

???: HOLY MOTHER ON - Hi.

Halea leans in close, smiling. He looks even more uncomfortable.

Halea (thinking): You're giving me a headache. Don't make me give it back.

She gestures toward the entrance to the Graviary, where an exhausted Daphne Philemon struggles to catch her breath.

Halea (thinking): Time for your performance. I hope you rehearsed.

Daphne collapses into the doorframe, resting her head on the stone wall with a squish. She sweats and grimaces.

Daphne: Next time... I climb these stairs... will be... too soon...

Daphne joins Halea near the young man, and they converse in the cyan light of the pools and the shade of the plants and columns.

Daphne: -pant pant- ...Oh? Hello, Silas. I... I'm sorry. I thought you'd be at the funeral.

Halea: As did we all.

Silas: I... yeah. I didn't think I should go.