A long-active set of Living Clothes, who built into herself the steel of lost high Empire machines for power and sustenance, Ophelia was not expecting to find anyone she cared to wear. The gods, however, decided to take an interest in her love life - or at least, that is certainly the only way she cares to explain the seemingly random portal that landed a girl's soulstone slime core inside her frame. ...She's so cute, and so helpless...and Ophelia is very attached.

Or is that the truth of it? Was she drawn from the ether, plucked forth to be a perfect complement? She doesn't need to know, to know that she still cares.