Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200423213810/@comment-39280634-20200609233711

(Hound, Isaac)

Lance holds his head with both hands, feeling half worried and half defeated, witnessing Ophelia's bout of panic: "Oh God, I can't believe this is happening... I'm trying to help but I have no idea what's her problem. And if we take her like this to miss Cyndwella, there's no telling what's gonna happen... What the hell should I do ?"

Lina mutters to herself, just as worried, yet with a firm look on her face: "Good grief..."

Shen then promptly grabs hold of Ophelia's hands and holds them gently yet firm, all while attempting to calm Ophelia down. She speaks to her in a gentle and calm tone: "Ophelia ! Ophelia, my dear. Please, look at me, and stop for a moment. It is alright. Everything shall be alright. Kindly focus on my eyes. Now, remember to breathe slow and steadily. There is nothing to worry about. Now please calm down and pay attention to me: from what I have been told, your condition is not severe. While it does seem drastic, it is no cauze for despair. There is still time. All we must do is make haste towards Lady Cyndwella and speak to her about your troubles. Understood ? Do not worry, we will certainly make it."

Lance stood a bit amazed at Lina's demeanor, almost feeling her calming urges indirectly extending to him as well: "Oh... wow. Uhm, I mean, are you alright, Ophelia ? Do you feel ready to go see miss Cyndwella ? I mean no pressure but it's high time that we start moving."