Give Ophelia time for her imagination to cool off and her emotions too--it's been not easy for the Heroes. She worries, given her own Hero is prone to brooding too and blaming himself overly. Another sigh, and she wrings her scarf in her hands. "Miss Lavellan. I really am sorry though, kupo. It's been a rough few days. All of you are so different, and have different reactions and it's worrying how some people deal with grief kupo."

Then she's waving a paw, and gesturing for the other to follow her to a bench, out of the main way of foot traffic. Fluttering, she perches on the back of the bench and holds out her hand. "I'm Ophelia. Also a companion moogle to one of the Heroes of Light, although mine is running errands right now too."