Lani leans around to plead to Phaedra, who continues looking upward intently.

Lani: Phae... Does this really matter that much?

Irving leans past her as well, pointing backward with this thumb.

Irving: Yeah, can't we all just leave? We have what we came for.

Pavel looks up, worried.

Pavel: Your highness...

Phaedra looks down at him sternly, her eyes still in skeletal sockets.

Pavel ducks down.

Pavel: Okay.

Phaedra flings the veil above her head like a piece of fabric. The others look on, confused.

Phaedra: I just think it's important. It has to be, somehow.

She now wears the veil around her neck like a scarf, draping down her shoulders. She crosses her arms, still holding onto the veins, as she looks up silently at the statue. The statue looks down coldly. Phaedra shrugs, frustrated.

Phaedra: Priest collar and eight bones, like Halea's eight feathers. She was a Bone Church high priestess. Maybe she was the very last one. Or maybe she was Cheth's favorite.