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

Ophelia placed the chalice down on a table or some other stable surface as quickly as she could, and then turned to actually take stock of the situation. She noticed Torquil in here for the first time and felt a measure of relief that he was safe, and even though his face was much harder to read with its recent transmogrification everything about Torquil's otherwise normal body language betrayed the same fear she felt--perhaps even moreso, given his general disposition and the fact that he'd not noticed her for being transfixed on whatever it was that she'd run from. With the chalice safe, not at risk of being damaged during the inevitable combat, she darted over to the wall and pressed herself against it next to Torquil to both observe what he was and give them both a much-needed sense of not being alone. Rather than actively look at what he was, she first turned her head to him, and whispered.

"I don't know what this is, but we have to kill it. We'll let the others engage and move in when it's focusing on them."

Torquil always did best with direction, after all, and it made sense to let the people actually near this thing make the first move. Ophelia fiddled with the tube of quicksilver at her hip and made ready with it, figuring that if there was any time to truly unleash the power of the Holy Moonlight Sword, it was against anything that could make them feel like this. With that, Ophelia finally turned to observe what Torquil was, and prayed to Mother Moon that her courage would not fail her. Even the soothing presence of the Holy Moonlight Sword felt insufficient to quell the dread that the haunting melody had instilled in her, but grim necessity spurred her onward as she held her body tense and ready to strike when the correct opening revealed itself. She found herself quite unsure what would happen if they might die in the Dream, and supposed that she might well have her answer ere long.

Within the pall of darkness hanging over their Dream, Ophelia recalled the description of the Guidance rune and the visions of Ludwig finding the sword for the first time. Even within the deepest darkness the moon-motes remained, a sure sign to Ophelia's mind that Mother Moon had not abandoned her (and indeed never would), and their presence dampened the fear enough for her to think... and to beseech the power that buoyed her flagging spirit. [i]What is this thing? Must we slay it, bring it low before our Glory?[/i] she whispered to the Holy Moonlight Sword as she held it close and poised to strike.