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

Ophelia, for once, paid little attention to Farren and Torquil--she was both comforted and intrigued by the Holy Moonlight Sword's whispers, and she prayed silently to her Mother Moon in gratitude for its unparalleled guidance. She'd have to ask the Shopkeeper what the Interstice was... she could only make guesses, based upon the name, but the revelation that Gerlinde was 'shifted across realities' interested her greatly--as did the waifish Huntress' greater connection to the Nightmare than hers. She made to follow Gerlinde up the stairs immediately, though her eyes narrowed a little and her wide smile shrank into a hard, thin line. There had been no small amount of fear on Gerlinde's face as she approached, the look of someone who had endured more than one was supposed to, and where (unknown to her) Gerlinde's nature seemed to elicit the darkest and most base impulses in the men of their little group it only coaxed forth a sympathetic and curious concern from Ophelia. She looked at this poor creature, the perfection a porcelain mask hiding something riddled with... something. She wasn't sure what was there--but she reckoned that anyone who tried their hardest to look like [i]that[/i] sought the protection within others' infatuation, especially if their reaction when one approached was the reaction that Gerlinde'd had.

After having ascended the path to the cottage Ophelia turned around, to survey the condition of her erstwhile companions whose footsteps she didn't sense behind her. Farren was already gone by that point--which surprised Ophelia somewhat, having missed most of his reactions to Gerlinde--though she was mostly unconcerned. He'd send a message if he needed her--and it seemed to have gone well when she'd gone off to gather information the last time and left him and Torquil to their more... combative desires. Neither Farren or Torquil were particularly subtle... nor Gerlinde, it appeared--Ophelia was grateful that at least [i]one[/i] of their group thought about these things, and also that it was her. She couldn't deny enjoying the mysteries, and Gerlinde would no doubt present even more of them to her.

Ophelia shrugged and turned around again, continuing to follow Gerlinde into the little workshop and giving the Doll a customary curtsey on the way.

"Would you come and let me know if Farren returns here before we're done, love?" she asked with a soft smile, and moved inside with Gerlinde.