Phaedra turns fully away from Cheth, who glides across the water closer to her. She looks up, worried.

Cheth: Hang on. Did you just THANK me?

Phaedra does not turn to face her. She speaks coldly.

Phaedra: You're helping us, even a little. That's worth a thank-you.

Cheth summons a spout of red water beneath her heels, lifting herself up.

Cheth: Oh, no no no no no no no no no...

Cheth hovers on the waterspout nearer to where Phaedra stands, arms crossed.

Cheth: What's gotten into you, Philemon? This isn't like you at all.

Phaedra turns to face her, looking stern.

Phaedra: What you said about Shoshana not coming back. Was that true?

Cheth looks up, stunned. Then she drops her head, confused.

Cheth: It's been thirty-five minutes. Did you expect a different answer?