[PQ+] [SE] it stops eventually

Ophelia

There's no future left for you and me
I was holding and I was searching endlessly

Ophelia snickers to themself at Danta’s plight, all around pleased by the current group of people gathered together and Noah’s kindly jesting. It’s the closest illusion to friendship they’ve had in a while, and it’s positively delightful.

It’s a blessing that Noah and Kiada both pick up shovels and other manual tools, as Ophelia’s noodle arms likely would be hilariously inept in the face of digging out sodden earth. Instead they grab a push broom and keep the pathway clear, humming a string of ditties that certainly don’t go together and are likely not established songs at all.

Mud flecks up over their legs and the bottom of their obnoxiously bright yellow raincoat, but it seems to do absolutely nothing to impact Ophelia’s sunny mood.

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Ophelia uses the broom to keep the pathway clear!

But now there's nothing left that I can do
So don't be blue