In a way, seeing this different face is... familiar. Some part of him feels like he remembers it, but he also knows he's never seen that phantom's face before in his own lifetime. Still, he tries to commit it to memory nonetheless, because he wants to remember what his beloved once looked like.

He squeezes Hades' hand as he's tugged up to his feet, sticking close to his side and relishing the warmth that comes from their fingers lacing together, and follows where he leads. He's still bristling and anxious as they pass the phantom, but in the end, it is merely an illusion, and he hopes it cannot truly harm them.

When his mate overcomes it all, the cave seems silent and still and empty, and a wave of relief overcomes him. Felih is relieved that Hades could overcome this, but he's also relieved that it seems like his own fears have yet to manifest- or perhaps, in the end, he too feared something like his mate's terror?

He squeezes his hand once more, bunting against him and purring softly, a register meant to soothe and comfort.

"You overcame the illusion. I'm so glad..." he murmurs quietly. "I love you so, Hades. To the end."