[color=#007FFF][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    narrowed his eyes, squared his jaw and shoved his free hand into the pouch where he’d put the ‘Sands’ previously. His fingers deftly, gently, shifted between the pouches’ contents. He tugged the small Snakescale Hourglass from the pouch at his belt far before Gerlinde rushed past them both. Time-willing, Farren met Ophelia’s eyes as they closed the distance, and he passed off the implement, keeping it concealed by his hand until she’d taken it. Farren didn’t stop moving though, he kept towards Arrayah, but as Gerlinde was lifted and savagely clawed, he swerved to the side opposite the one she’d initially attacked, his eyes wide to maximize his peripheral vision. He didn’t get terribly close, nor did he attack. Instead, Farren was more of a distracting presence than anything else. A distraction that was closely observing Arrayah for signs of reprisal.