[oh, PM. Felicia's heart breaks a little at PM sinking down into the water again, and at that change in her voice. She cautiously puts a hand on PM's underwater shoulder, slightly weirded out by the feel of her carapace but feeling like she ought to comfort her somehow.]
Oh, that's awful. You poor dear.
[sternly:]
Hiding from you is the silliest thing I've ever heard of. It certainly won't solve anything—and you certainly don't deserve that sort of treatment. You haven't done a thing wrong.