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Ophelia sighed ruefully at the Lightbeast's response and nodded, turning her head over her shoulder to get Farren's attention behind her.

"Do you think we can remove these stakes? I know it might take a little while, but... it'll get rid of the illusion, and the... fog? This poor thing deserves to be far away from Yahar'gul, and it'll achieve our goals too. I'll do my best to help, love, I promise." Ophelia called out, addressing the Lightbeast directly with her last statement and giving it another grateful rub in response to the warm tingle of regeneration energy.

"There'll be echoes aplenty further in Yahar'gul, Gerlinde. I'll also remind you that, on top of it being awful, the Lightbeast's regenerative power was such that we couldn't even scratch the Darkbeast. It's surviving this torture, even now. When they had you in your room in Byrgenwerth, did you ever pray for a saviour? For someone to take you away from the awful people who hurt you? There wasn't anybody to save you then, but there is someone who we could save now." Ophelia added to Gerlinde, though her tone never took on a chiding or authoritative tone--just a deep and profound empathy for both this creature and for what Gerlinde had gone through. The very air here was tainted with agony, and Gerlinde was quite mad, so if she would receive it that way was another matter entirely--but Ophelia seemed to have found a certain firmness in her conviction, at least, and she began to assess how they might best remove the various bits of masonry by looking over the Lightbeast's situation more thoroughly.