Celia: What is it?
Basil: I think it's the source of the problem.
Avelia: Gods, it's horrible...
Basil: Avelia, this is it. How can you shy away now . . .?
Avelia: It's crawling all over me...
Celia: What are you talking about?
Avelia: Oh! It's slimy! Help! Help!
Basil: Avelia! There's nothing on you! There's nothing wrong! Come to your senses!
Avelia: It's there! Don't tell me it's not there! Oh Gods! Oh, it's going to kill me! Ah! Ah!!
Celia: Avelia! Wake up! 
Avelia: I... I...
Basil: We can't do this without you, Avelia.
Avelia: I'm... 
Avelia: OK.
Avelia: I had a moment of weakness. I'm ready now. To battle!
