In Helsvar's village...
Niklas wonders if this is a dream or not, and thus looks at his hands. He finds that they are paws, as befits a squirrel, obviously. Other than that, they seem rather normal.
He wonders if that really counts as his hands being distorted.
In Art's room...
Sigmund, though he initially assumed that this must be Art, suddenly realizes he has virtually no evidence to support this fact, as, while this person sounds kind of like Art, this could very well be a clever illusion of some kind.
"For Pacitarius sake, why did you go through The Most Fashionable of Realms? I'm sure that there wasn't any imminent danger in the ship, as nobody told me anything. Anyway, are you Erin or the other mage?"
"Hey, it was pretty fun, and I mostly did it to get Erin to do it. I may have been a little drunk at the time, but hey, turned out for the best, didn't it?"
In Evelyn's room...
Scott, rather glad about being senseless no more, gets up and cheerfully seeks out the Artiste, who should be on deck presently. He does not encounter Evelyn on the way, but that's okay, one would suppose. He comes out on deck, but the Artiste has gone off someplace, it seems. Only Justine remains outside now, watching the sun begin to set.
At the site of Niklas' melting...
Morton feels rather thankful right now as everything seems to be working out quite well somehow.
"Thank you so much, good mage Erin, now quickly, let us gather him up and retreat to the ship before anything else horrid happens," he says, picking up Kevin and Niklas, then heading out with Erin. As they walk along the streets, he continues.
"Good jester Kevin, good mage Erin, what should we do with chef Niklas? He can't stay in his state, I can only imagine how dreadful it must be. He came out of his prior state talking to two people who weren't even there, I can't help but imagine being plunged into such a thing again is terribly good for his mental health."
"You're implying that he wasn't batshit insane to begin with."
"I... suppose you do have a point there, good jester Kevin. He never was entirely, ah, stable. Bringing bears in the house and screaming, cleaning up after him in the kitchen was a dreadful nightmare at times."
"A little extra crazy probably won't kill 'im, then."
Eventually, they get back to the deck, where they behold the ghost of Justine as well as Scott standing about doing nothing in particular.
"Wait a minute, that is Justine! I thought she looked familiar!"
"You are, as always, quick on the uptake, dear Erin."
"I was in a rush, come on! We had to go find and retrieve this-"
"I don't really care."
Erin just frowns in response.