[center][h2][b]Ophelia[/b][/h2][/center]

Ophelia looked at the proffered tools with a grateful smile, but quickly stroked her free hand down the length of the glistening moonlight blade next to her to return it to its original form - before she gingerly placed it down on a nearby surface in the light of the moon above. She whispered that she would return for it in just a moment before accepting the tools and placing them down nearby. She would have to get herself some new clothes, like the others, and affix all of this gear to her person--but she found herself a little shy at the prospect of stripping down to her unmentionables in the presence of these two men. The Doll she would not mind so much--but the Shopkeeper was just as unwelcome as Farren and Torquil.

"Hrm... a thoughtful gift, dear. I thank you for it... something has crossed my mind, though: it's no coincidence we three can suddenly see the little ones and access this dream, is it? There is a whole building full of nascent Hunters like ourselves; I suspect those that awaken soon shall find themselves here too, hmm... This place might be busier than you've seen in some time! Shopkeeper, what do you think of the Healing Church? You, I suspect, have seen them at their worst, if you lived through the Night of the Blood Moon... the Witches never trusted them an iota. It... do they really have the power to grant people access to this Dream? Is such a thing even possible? It must be, I suppose, but..." Ophelia trailed off, her verbalised thoughts becoming faster and more frantic as the machinery of her mind whirred. It had none of the manic energy that she'd previously exuded, however, merely a calm and contemplative curiosity. After getting a reply, she spoke again:

"Forgive a woman her insecurities, but would you all mind stepping out while I change into more appropriate clothing?"