[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    nodded slightly at Ophelia’s comment regarding the strange bloody phenomena having to do with the apparition. Truthfully though, he had a feeling it wasn’t [i]just[/i] the creature’s nature, but something to do with its wicked implement as well. As they watched, Torquil rolled to his back…and some part of Farren relaxed as the man didn’t leap to strike at either of them. He approached, kneeling on one knee beside the man–within arm’s reach, but not so close as to crowd him. The man’s single-word sentence caused a sympathetic smile to touch his lips and crinkle the skin about his eyes. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Apt,”[/b][/color] he said simply, [color=#1A1A3B][b]“...I’ve felt it too. Can you get one of your vials, or shall I?”[/b][/color]

He asked, offering to help, but not wanting to intrude–or use one of his own. If it had been more of an emergency he certainly would have, but Torquil was conscious and able enough to move to some degree, so much of his worry had faded. Still…that was to say nothing for his wariness, which remained–though it was largely concealed. After all, Farren remembered quite vividly how he’d felt after his run-in with what Gerlinde said was called ‘Frenzy.’ He’d nearly attacked Ophelia…and had the woman not been quick to react, he certainly would have. That was part of why he was giving Torquil his space, rather than simply acting to help him and thus invading it.

While he waited, Farren considered Ophelia’s words as she offered Gerlinde the strange gem, as she called it. There was…a glimmer of something in his mind as she spoke of it, but he ultimately had more pressing matters pulling upon his attention, so he hardly noticed.