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

Ophelia's first sight upon arrival was indeed the lantern--or the featureless golden head taking its place, more accurately--and the suddenness of it gave her a sudden moment of visible shock that immediately lulled her out of that strange almost-sleep state one feel into when entering or exiting the Dream. She blinked quickly and, resisting the urge to look upon the eyes emerging from the strange not-lantern with considerable willpower, immediately began to strut off towards the entrance like she had on the previous occasion that she'd entered from here. It had very quickly occurred to her that now all of them were seeing through the illusions of the world that Torquil was demonstrably [i]awful[/i] at hiding anything that he observed or felt from showing on his face. This meant that whatever was observing them would notice Torquil noticing it, and perhaps the same for the others (or indeed her, if it was perceptive) so it wasn't like they could bluff that they hadn't. The only play for Ophelia to make would be to play it off like she was prideful enough in her own abilities with the arcane (as she genuinely had earlier) that if she was immediately purposeful and not inquisitive it might simply underestimate her. She supposed that wasn't an unreasonable expectation of a being whose name was Ego.

With that in her mind, she was dead-set on heading directly into the Workshop and towards Dietrich--in her mind's eye she was still torn and fried and scorched from the battle with the Darkbeast, but thanks to the Dream her appearance had been meticulously restored. Upon entering she'd immediately scan the room to see if Dietrich was visible there, and if not she'd head up towards his office where he'd taken her previously. She remembered well the announcement that her and her companions were free to flit about the place, so she would wait for the others to catch up before leaving them behind at any point.