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

"Best not to, mm? The only reason the Moonborn would leave is if bidden, and I did tell them to prepare for a Chalice ritual... Do you know what happened, Torquil? You were here and we weren't, after all." Ophelia responded to Gerlinde, giving her a bigger smile than she could muster for Torquil when she turned to speak to her.

"Find anything interesting rifling through that thing's remains?" Ophelia queried almost as an afterthought. Her mind was still recovering from their ordeal with the Winter Lantern to truly think through the implications of her most recent observations, and she felt better for occupying her mind thinking about other things for the moment. She had much less of Farren's spiritual weariness, now buoyed by the fact that death even in their Dream was not permanent... though she thought back to when she'd brought her concerns to Harold, and how she worried that something might loose the false Paleblood Hunters from their tie to the Dream. How he'd said that unless they did something very stupid, such a thing were impossible; how, in hindsight, that seemed awfully like a threat to her mind. 

"In the absence of the doll to convert our echoes to power, perhaps we should spend up at the shop? We don't want to lose them to the labyrinth, after all." Ophelia spoke, quickly walking over to the shop and perusing the wares for a moment before she made a few purchases. She refilled her store of Quicksilver Bullets, the Blood Vial she'd used, and got a few extra besides and promptly stored the excess with the Messengers (or would be happy to share it with the others, if they inquired after them)--it was never a bad idea to have more. She looped back around by walking up past the headstones, giving all of them a quick pass over as she did, seeking to confirm what she expected--that the golden markers for the White Church had disappeared.

As she entered through the southern door she felt... something, a tug, much like she had moments before while browsing through the echoes. She looked down immediately at the doll, laid nearby in her position of repose, and knelt as she considered the sensation. She took the doll's hand in hers and let the echoes flow from her person, happy to give them up for even the slightest hint of a chance at restoring their friend and ally's life. Without her they could not grow stronger, and they could not communicate with the Moonborn--but more than that, the Dream felt lonely without her. She was one of Mother Moon's children, and she would not be left behind--not now, and not ever. 

[hider=Purchases]-25 - 5 Quicksilver Bullets
-75 - 5 Blood Vials[/hider]