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

"I wonder if the Dream recreates them, seeing as they weren't yet part of you? Can you still taste them?" Ophelia replied to Gerlinde's question with a small grin of her own but no light in her eyes, branding her quickly if she desired and then taking the brand over to Torquil.

"Are you okay, dear? That thing... her name is Arrayah. She bears a rune that makes it so that... she might as well not exist to you, until she interacts with you in some way. Let's switch back to the Mask rune, and then we'll be able to fight properly... Do you want to try staying back and looking for a good opportunity to put your strength to work this time? Arrayah will ignore you and go straight for me every time, if you stay with me you should be able to seize a weakness and get a really good couple of hits in. If you can knock her down, give her that moment of vulnerability we've seen in other foes, we'll get her. Sound good, love?" Ophelia asked, giving Torquil her best impression of a warm smile. She felt somewhat... dissociated, dreamlike, still--but this, her desire for vengeance and earnest desire to see her blade made whole, remained. They were what remained of her in this moment, the things she could cling to with certainty and focus while everything else... settled back into place. Her little bit of exposition was aimed at Farren too, and she gave him a couple of knowing glances to include him in the conversation too--though still with that hollow, not altogther there sort of fugue in its last moments before dissipating.