While Morgana's team relished in the feverish glamour of chaos and slaughter, Ophelia was struggling hard against her base instincts to overcome this haze. She didn't want to show her team an unsightly appearance or give in to the bloodlust when they were counting on her steady hand for leadership.
Her team members were hidden in the low shrubs as per her instructions. Due to their leader sorting through all of the nestlings, every team had been created to have a mixture of different skill sets. So she had instructed them to wait below for her and the creatures she would send towards them, because not all of them could skilfully traverse the treetops as she did.
However, her temperature was dangerously low, and yet her body burnt hot with a raging fever. As she suspended herself over the high branch of a tree, listening to the sounds of the forest below, every breath she exhaled formed a feverish mist.