[color=#007FFF][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    understood the wan nature of that smile somewhat warped by Torquil’s alien features, but there was little he could do about it. He simply gave the man a clap on the shoulder and let him go. [color=#007FFF][b]“Would that we had known…”[/b][/color] Farren said after Ophelia had finished speaking, shaking his head.

He noticed a bit of movement at some point during the small reunion, and was relieved to glimpse Gerlinde rather than something terrible. Further, the shift of the Hunter’s Dream back to a more familiar and comfortable state was greatly appreciated. A relief certainly. At Ophelia’s reminder that likely they’d be waiting, Farren moved to one of the headstones and let himself just…slide down with his back against it and sit.

He looked exhausted.

Felt it too.

[color=#007FFF][b]“Wonder if you can slumber in a Dream,”[/b][/color] Farren commented. Though, realistically he knew that this was more a fatigue of the spirit than one of the body. Truly the fight with that twisted thing had taken much out of him. Moreover, even with Ophelia taking some measure of responsibility for what had happened to Torquil, Farren could still not entirely shake the idea that he had brought that False Pale Blood to the Dream and had he not this ordeal might not have been so fraught.