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

Her own very minor transformation complete, Ophelia stepped out of the pool and retrieved her weapon from Farren with a grateful smile. She thought about what he'd said and was quite content to go to Cainhurst--while ordinarily she would have been somewhat hesitant for such a trivial trip through the Dream for the false Paleblood Hunters, there was plenty that they could get done at Cainhurst. Not only did Ophelia wish to look again at Queen Annalise's mask to see if it contained some clues about how it might be destroyed, she also wished to get the Cosmic Sword of Truth's perspective on the mask, as well as deliver the news about Arrayah having been slain. It was likely in her mind that Annalise knew of Arrayah, at least, and thus might have some interesting things to share with them. She also figured that an alliance between the Black Church and Cainhurst might be brokered: they clearly had the room and equipment for many Hunters, and if the White Church truly did begin escalating hostilities with the Black Church as she expected they could probably use all the help they could get.

"Sounds good to me, love. After that I want to head to the White Church alone; shrouded from their sight as I am, I'd like to raid a couple of their supplies for the Black Church and see about finding out how to break Queen Annalise's bindings. The true allyship of Cainhurst will no doubt be tremendously beneficial to us." She replied to Farren while they waited for Torquil to finalise his changes. 

Once he did and began to step out of the strange basin, Ophelia met him a few steps away from the liquid's edge and gave him an appraising look up and down. Though if she focused on the individual bits she could pick out the inspirations he'd taken--a bit of Dietrich, and Victor, and maybe even Farren... ah, and Gerlinde's eyes, though inverted--she thought that it all came together rather well and that Torquil was now quite ruggedly handsome. 

"My, my, dear, you look simply marvellous! Gosh, how handsome your chosen face is... I think it suits you terribly well, love, you've done a bang up job. You'll have to chase the ladies away!" Ophelia beamed, clearly elated on his behalf. She would remember Torquil's old face forever, of course, but he'd had such trouble feeling like himself with it and liking who he was--this chance for a new start was well-deserved indeed, and Ophelia was gladdened by the thought that he might begin to feel more secure in himself and his appearance.