"Chris," Rinea makes out, voice wavering as she tears her gaze from her fiancé. The appearance of her friend is both a boon and a bane; as reassuring as Chris's presence is, deep in her mind Rinea knows she never wanted the two standing before her to meet. How is she supposed to behave, now? Is this a public setting? Is she supposed to pretend everything between them is fine, like Berkut is apparently doing?

"Rinea?" the illusory Berkut prompts again. His expression clouds over, reminding her more and more of the last she ever saw of him. "I don't recognize this... knight. What is going on here?"

He rises from the water, reaching for a lance. The motion jolts Rinea from her frozen state, panic spiking in an instant. No matter how she feels about Berkut, she can't give up what she has now. The thought of it makes her sick.

"Stop!" she cries, seizing Chris's arm and stepping back. "Milord, please! Please listen— w-why can't you attend to—!"

The siren— for it is a siren, even if only clear to Chris— pays no heed to her plea, and readies to strike and separate Chris from its prey.