Moonspear where has thout been through

Opalia might not appreciate surprises, but it would take more than one misplaced fury to wither her completely, so she was trying not to let one weird bit color it. True, by the moment, and the more she heard, she could hope to take that edge off some though. Instead she was just growing more curious about it all, which worked. Everything about the mountain and its inhabitants was still so new to her, how else could she take it in?

She wouldn't worry, she supposed. She could give Desdemona that without any resistance. Her nod was slow anyway, yet earnest. 

But, brother. Othello was her brother. That was something and she could use that for a start. Is he here? she asked, first, just to rule it out or not to gauge this further--how pressing of a matter was this to the moment and how she ought to handle such. She hadn't heard anyone mention him, if he was, so that was probably for the best. Then again, all of this.. whatever it was, was news to her. Her own brother was here though, and he didn't make her go completely feral on sight at anyone at least.. so this mysterious Othello had to be a lot worse than what she had with Dacio, luckily.