#{{ ty for enabling whatever chaos is going on rn

[duskroine]

"Ophelia!" Concern is carried in every line of Mitama's face as she knocks on the door to her dear friend's room. After her conversation with Rhajat, there had been enough on Mitama's mind that the passing remark regarding Ophelia's wellbeing had slipped her mind. It was only later when she did not see the boisterous woman in the dinning hall that evening did Rhajat's not-apology come roaring back to the forefront of her mind.

(She knew Rhajat enough to know that nothing that befell Ophelia would be permanent or fatal but. She also knew Rhajat well enough to know that some worry was warranted.)

"Rhajat mentioned an unfortunate encounter to me." Mitama tells her through the door. She shifts the bowl in her hands slightly so that the heat does not linger too long in a single spot. "Might you open the door so that I can assure myself she did not disembowel you for a ritual of some kind. I brought you soup."

          it’s with a long but soft that groan that ophelia exhales as the first knock echoes off the door.  the strength to lift herself off her mattress is... gone.  as if it never existed in the first place; as if she, the heroine of obnoxious exclamations and acts of honor, never experienced even the slightest inch of her former power.

          though she does, at least, manage to open her eyes at the sound of her name in the air, albeit resonating a bit muffled from behind the door.  ophelia blinks, slowly, attempting to recognize the voice through the mild drowsiness sticking to her mind.  though it only takes a minute for her to fully realize it; pushing the blanket off of her and sitting up slowly.

          rhajat was cruel!  so unfairly mean!  and all for a joke in terms of attempting a hand at mitama’s heart... who wouldn’t?  though, the reflection of the diviner’s wrath does cause a bit of confusion at the presence at her door.  mitama, she already knew, but hadn’t rhajat said that the shrine maiden was ‘ somewhere far far away ’ and ‘ she wouldn’t be able to save her now ’?

          the moment ophelia stands is the moment that the strength to stay standing immediately leaves her body.  fortunately, she manages to stumble towards the door and lean against it before her knees give out beneath her.  oh, rhajat was so mean for this!  how can ophelia be her grand bubbly self if that self didn’t have an ounce of energy in her?!  and not to mention this awful cold... no matter the short limit of time that the curse had on her.

          she laughs, the chirp of her voice interrupted by a slight cough and she opens the door   —   an action that takes quite too long for her liking.   “   it’s cool, ’m here.   ”   ophelia keeps the door open for mitama to come in, though she makes no move to lift herself from where she leans against the frame.   “   rhajat was kind enough to tell you, good.   ”   the spaces between her phrases drags for a beat too long; her voice even takes to a slightly lower tone!  nothing like her usual flare!

          (   part of her wishes that, when rhajat came tomorrow to lift the curse, she’d be able to challenge the diviner to a battle in an act of revenge but even she knows that some battles are already a lost cause.

          will ophelia still do it?  hell yeah she will!  to let rhajat live freely without consequence would be unfit of the Chosen One’s morals.   )

          “   i would greet you properly but... i can’t think of any big words right now.   ”   ophelia sighs, a sound that immediately shifts into a yawn.   “   mm, you wouldn’t mind me taking a nap, right?  good... good,   ”

          and with that she pulls herself off the frame, stumbles over to her bed, and falls face first onto the mattress.  she quickly curls up and pulls the blanket, angled wrong, back over her.  but before complete silence takes the room, ophelia’s hand peeks from beneath the blanket to point at the surprisingly cleaned off and empty dresser top near the side of her bed.

          “   the soup can go there.  good night,   ”