Daphne looks up wistfully at Halea, with a soft but pained smile.

Daphne: Yes... that... ...That's what it feels like. Thank you, Hallie.

The two of them walk away from the columbarium and back out into the main room, making their way toward the door to the outside stairs. The golden glow of the exterior clashes with the glowing cyan pools amongst the plants. Next to one of them is Silas, kneeling and dealing with some tangle of aquatic weeds. He looks backward, listening, frowning.

Halea: And with that, our work is done, and we may rest. If you'd like, I can stay behind and offer a few more prayers.

Daphne: Oh... that would be lovely.

Halea: Is there anything specific you'd like me to say?

Daphne reaches the door, and puts a hand on the frame. She turns away, thinking.

Daphne: ...Actually... I do have ONE prayer.

She turns back toward Halea, the golden light and the stars behind her. She looks sorrowful, bowing her head solemnly.

Daphne: I pray that you wake up from your own bad dream. And that when it's over, you're far happier than I am.

Halea stops dead still, her eyes wide and her mouth downturned. Not the sort of wide-eyed expression she used to intimidate Euphemia. A genuine look of shock. The air is still around her, and she says nothing.