<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0uQ9BuS.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ana Field (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2333636)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pants uniform+Armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Nox Mill Exterior<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Morgana, Ophelia, Ceri, Fistbot @ S11<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>15/15 -<strong>AC:</strong>17<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong>.<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Upon seeing Ophelia gain consciousness, Ana breathed out a sigh of relief. "Are you alright, Ophelia? Is everyone alright?" She had taken a blow, but Ophelia had healed it earlier. While the others recovered and recuperated over the hour, Ana kept some degree of watch over the group, trying not to pace too much. It was almost to a point that she was nigh oblivious about Morgan's compact and gooey 'new' form, but perhaps there was just enough strangeness going on that she would let that small thing slide in comparison to getting ambushed again. Wanting nothing less than the safety of her friends, Ana kept a silent vigil after her question, seemingly focused on her duties for now.