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[ophelia.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]Ophelia gave a light laugh at Leroy's first words to her, shaking her head lightly. She was tired, but her spirits felt just a little lifted by his presence. He'd been very nice to her lately, though it wasn't that much different than he'd always been toward her. She knew he tried to give off an air of indifference and toughness, but he'd never been rude to her. At least, not in a way that actually managed to bother her. It would take a lot for that to happen.

"I know. That's why I didn't deem in necessary to ask for your help. You have your own task to be doing, and I wouldn't take it upon myself to make you feel obligated to help me." she said, smiling as she turned toward him. She was in a much better mood today than she'd been in several days, it seemed. It may have to do with getting something accomplished. Falling back into a routine of work helped her greatly. She was a busy-body, as she was sure most of the other Tanglers knew.

The small compliment gave her pause for a moment. Oh. He'd never really said something like that, though he was always kind - in his own way - to her. She blinked. "Thank you." she said, tone softer now. She cleared her throat, then, heat sparking up under her pelt at the awkwardness with which she received the praise. Get it together, girl. She smiled up at him again. "You should get something to eat. Once the others show up, it's going to get hectic. If you want the best, you should retrieve it now, before it's gone. I wouldn't want you to go without because you were caught up talking with me."