Ophelia startles as much as they are wont to, blinking giant eyes at the boards that go flying off. Shrugging slightly and aiming a vaguely reassuring expression towards Sah, they silently drift over to begin picking up the planks and bringing them back in small loads. Their strength has undeniably decreased compared to when they were Ascended, but they are recently fed and still much stronger than the half-starved waif they’d been before The Voice. As they return with an armload they catch Darkeye’s question, and hum softly. “Grieving,” they say plainly, as easily as one may say ‘relaxing’. “Growing accustomed to my new abilities.” Whether any of them are familiar with the new Ancients or not, Ophelia does not once consider that it may be pertinent to expand upon that. - - - Ophelia retrieves the materials in a few armloads to bring them back to those working. |
I don't feel no remorse, and you can't see past my blinders
