Demetri reached out carefully from under Ophelia to open her door. The other Apollo kids were off other places, doing other things, which left them alone. He walked over to her bed and placed her in it. This was not the first time that he had brought the girl in here. Although, times before he had a bit more help and people were less worried about Kronos and Gaea. He took off her bow and quiver and set them beside her bed, sighing. He stood and left once she was comfortably on her bed, not knowing how she'd reach to him watching her sleep.

Ophelia woke an hour or so later, her head was pounding. She sat up, gods she hated trying to see the gloomy future. She didn't understand why the toll was such a pain, it wasn't like she wanted to see people dying all the time. Grabbing her bed post, she pulled herself out of the bed and walked over of the cabin, her hand still on her head. She wandered until she walked through the Roman campsite. She looked around a little, "My... they work fast...."