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

Ophelia looked around with a sense of comfort at the churning of the Dream, finally feeling like something went [i]well[/i] for them... but also as though this was a more natural function of the Dream, and not some insidious manipulation by the charlatan that would usurp them. Those soft and fluttering feelings of comfort culminated in an audible sigh of relief when the doll finally seemed to awake and rise, and she immediately went to apologise for inconveniencing them Ophelia couldn't help but crack a smile and let out a short, halting laugh.

"No, love, we... we simply were worried we'd lost you. Think not such thoughts, it turns out that you are loved very much indeed: I, for one, was ready to wage war upon the whole world just to bring you back. I know we're an odd bunch, really, but we are Mother Moon's children one and all. She has not abandoned us, and we will not abandon you. Never." She smiled, giving the doll's hand a gentle squeeze as she stood up and offered to help the doll up as well. 

"Moonborn, have you made progress? I'd quite like to see one of these chalice rituals, I must admit, they seem rather in my wheelhouse... but take your time. Enjoy the fact we're hale and whole once more, there's no rush... In fact, might you take a look at the chalice, love?" Ophelia asked, turning back to the doll for her last question. "I wonder if you think we're ready for it now, or if we might need to get a bit stronger first?"