[color=#007FFF][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    stood, panting as the blade that had been lodged in the monstrosity’s skull clattered to the ground when it disintegrated into dust and faded. His arms fell to his sides, slack in an instant. Anger roiled, paranoia scratched at him incessantly, but it all began to fade into a terrible numbness. He forced himself to breathe and to focus only on that even as his mind wanted to fixate on the fact that both Torquil and Gerlinde might be truly [i]gone.[/i]

Some small part of him, though, figured that they’d have left bodies though. Still…what if they had ended up…somewhere else, reincarnating in some [i]other[/i] literally nightmarish place. Having nothing better to do, Farren watched Ophelia begin to function again. However, only distantly, like the events around him were far away. His gaze drifted out the door and so he caught sight of Torquil before she had excited.

A beat. A moment. Relief. Farren slumped, stumbling towards a wall, pressing his shoulder to its surface to steady himself. Then he sank down into a sitting position, legs splayed back on either side of him. A shuddered breath, a choked sound, and then silence.

[color=#007FFF][b]“Thank the Mother Moon…”[/b][/color] he murmured, quietly after Ophelia had moved to exit the workshop. He wasn’t a religious man by far, but he’d feared the worst, dreaded it.

Farren let himself linger there for a long while, or at least…long given all they still must do. After perhaps a minute or so, he pulled himself forward, grabbed his fallen Blade of Mercy and then snapped the two together, before sheathing them at his hip after he’d pushed to his feet.

He moved, almost by rote, leaving the Workshop—trying not to glance at Amaris’ vessel—and approached Torquil. He offered the man his hand, meaning to clasp the Hunter’s own. Firm and solid. Part of him wanted to embrace the man, another part wanted to apologize. Instead he just did his best to hold Torquil’s wide three-eyed gaze. There was clear relief on Farren’s face.

[color=#007FFF][b]“We’ve got to make you more hardy,”[/b][/color] Farren said, trying at a half-serious joke as he finally cracked the smallest of smiles. This was the second time this sort of thing had happened and he was rather frustrated by that fact, but he didn’t let it show. Glancing about, Farren waited for Gerlinde to reappear as well.