Ophelia let out a final shaky breath and gave a small smile to Torquil--who she recognised mostly by process of elimination--and sniffled loudly as she collected herself enough to be able to actually speak.

"Ah... I'm sorry," she began, pausing for a few seconds to try and find the right words. "He didn't deserve that, and... Gosh, why do I just push people away whenever they strike a nerve? He just... reminded me that they're really gone. Again. Two sets of parents lost... and it seems like I can't even keep friends close either. Why do we push people away when all we really want is to be close and to be loved? Ah, but here I am babbling away--I... I don't want Farren to come back, to change the Dream again, in case something happens. I..." she continued, the words spilling out nervously and frantically like a child being scolded and coming clean before trailing off to a reflective quietness.

She knelt down to beckon the little ones and once again had them retrieve a scroll for her, which she quickly wrote on with her outstretched finger and bade them send the message therein to Farren:

I'm sorry. Can we just... put this behind us? We mean to join you at the Workshop and travel down to the Industrial Ward, let us know when you're ready. We can walk separately if you feel like space is a good idea.

"Well, I've written him; let's see what he says."