[ Ophilia's eyes cast downward for a moment before she pushes past another brewing, unsettling feeling within her stomach when he asks after her health. The truth is no, she's not exactly fine... but she is also aware that perhaps all she needs is a bit of time. When she meets his gaze once more, her expression is softer, as is her smile. Although she doesn't exactly want to talk about it, she can appreciate him asking. ] You worry too much, good professor. The Storyteller has crafted us new bodies, has he not?

[ Then she gives him a slight nod, moving the conversation along-- and away-- from her, opting for a bit of a joke: ] ....Although, a reprieve does sound nice. But I imagine something like that would involve someplace warmer and more peaceful. We will certainly have our hands full repairing these stories!