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

Ophelia did indeed notice the blades of mercy returned to the wall--and thought it passing strange. She idly stooped down to beckon forth the little ones and scrawled a quick message to Farren: "Blades of Mercy in shop. Write back if you need me to hand them off to little ones."

With that done she turned her attention back to the wide-eyed and frantic Gerlinde, whose excitement could apparently be barely contained. Ophelia nodded gently at her assertion that Farren left, and idly leaned against the podium where the runebrand had once lain. Ophelia's gaze was more more focused than Gerlinde's, still gazing up and down her--she'd felt two distinct emanations of cosmic import upon Gerlinde's person and while she'd gathered that the molted snakeskin was one, she was yet uncertain of the other... but she spoke softly and kindly while she observed.

"He's business with one of the workshops, dear. Firstly, though, I just... want to check in, love--the way you looked at me when I approached you... are you okay? Ever since this happened to you I wonder if anyone's just... asked you how you're doing?" Ophelia began, her face the picture of tender and motherly concern--with Gerlinde's exceptional youth, and Ophelia's renewed but not fully rejuvenated features listing towards the older, it could certainly look to an observer like a mother reaching out to their child.