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

Ophelia was mid-way through her explanation when Farren's shouting got her attention--she was too engrossed in her story to have heard Torquil's softer cries of lament--and turned around to look at what had happened only to be momentarily struck dumb. She had none of the instinctive reaction that Farren did, instantly recognising that it must be Torquil from the rest of his form, and blinked twice before she jogged over to take a look.

"My, this is... Mother Moon above, these kinds of changes must be a potential result of the Vicar's experiments... It's alright, love, you seem to be breathing fine. Are you experiencing any other physical symptoms? I know you must be frightfully upset, but let's try and work out what's happened before we go assuming the worst." Ophelia spoke, trying to be as reassuring as she could as she rested a hand on Torquil's shoulder and gave him what she hoped was a comforting squeeze.

"Three eyes... Needle-like teeth... Blue skin with patches of chitin... My, I'd say you've taken on an aspect of Kin. This is certainly alien physiology... It stands to reason that if the changes false Paleblood wreaks can be caused by entering the Dream that they can be undone by entering the Dream... but who knows if worse will happen besides? Oh, my sweet Quilly..." Ophelia spoke softly, examining him carefully. She turned her head over her shoulder to get a quick look at the Moonborn and the Doll and beckoned them over with a nod. It truly did not really matter to her what Torquil looked like--he was still Torquil--but she was at something of a loss for what to do about his predicament.