Moira did not return Ophelia's curtsy in any measure, but simply remained standing straight and stiff, her eyes staring at the Paleblood Hunter with blazing intensity as she listened to what she had to say. It was clear that though there was no hostility between them and her Impaler remained lowered into a passive position, Moira was watching and listening very intently.
The first and only time her expression changed was when Ophelia retrieved the rune tool from the Messengers, which prompted her to raise one eyebrow for a second before resuming her normal blank expression.
“You brought the brand with you,” she remarked, and though her tone conveyed mild surprise, her intonation also made it clear that it was a statement rather than a question. “Premonition? Lake Rune. Useful.” She looked to the three Black Church Hunters behind her. “Will improve chances of survival. Accept.”
While Moira's three subordinates started crowding around Ophelia to receive their runes – with Victor somewhat hesitantly coming over and accepting the offer only after the first Black Church Hunter had been branded – the First Hunter and Vicar of the Black Healing Church continued: “I have a rune. Metamorphosis. Makes you stronger. I can teach you if you don't know it. Need to be quick. We're on a hunt. Join if you want to talk. Talk while moving. More efficient.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Haven't heard of you. New Hunters? First Night of the Hunt?”