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

When nothing happened, Ophelia was momentarily crushed--there was no love, no sensation, no communion. In that moment she remembered the nature of the Hunger rune, about what it was that she was trying to draw out of this creature, and realised that it was not Mother Kos at all. It was just a creature that had feasted upon her essence, and that her own communion would require her own feast. That was the knowledge the Hunger rune imparted, and it disgusted her. She wanted to be free of the gnawing sensation in her mind, the odd gurgles and rumbles of her stomach that had suddenly started--or that she'd imagined--and she instinctively reached for the runebrand before realising it was still with Farren. 

"Not you? I struggle to imagine Moira struggling against Skinner... But I suppose knowing how long he lived and how little of his faculties must have remained, it could be true. Perhaps we ought have interrogated him more, but... I'd written his words off as the ravings of a beast-mad fool. I shan't make that mistake in the future--every scrap of knowledge will help us." She replied to Gerlinde, taking a few seconds to ponder. 

"When we head to Yahar'gul, should I use the Dream rune too? I figure that if we both have it the creatures of Nightmare won't, at least, be exclusively targeting you--but if you're the only one with it, we could use you to corral them where we want them and slaughter them. Otherwise... I feel strange without the Guidance rune, and would return to it. Wait... Gerlinde, look!" She added, before catching Farren's sudden ordeal in her periphery. She watched the strange undulations of his body, as though gripped from within by some unseen force, and rushed over to him--keeping her distance by a good two metres and urging Gerlinde to come over and observe too, still emblazoned with the Dream Rune as she was. Ophelia observed with keen interest, both out of sheer curiosity and out of concern for her friend and companion, though she kept perfectly calm even as Farren began to almost-seize, or what looked like it. She had no idea what was going on, but she wasn't worried for Farren's life, at least.

When the projection case glowed with a Rune entirely and utterly unfamiliar to Ophelia, even in terms of shape and size and other observable characteristics between the Caryll Runes she knew, her eyes widened and she turned to Gerlinde (assuming she'd followed) with a thoroughly bemused look. She pointed down at it incredulously, and got closer to try and observe Farren's face in more detail. When he called out to her she reached out her free hand and gripped his shoulder tightly.

"I'm here, love, what is it? What's happening? Are you okay?"