Ophelia shrugged, "Because... I know what it is like.. to see horrible things you wish that you didn't have to..." She sighed and looked at the horse's neck, "My prophecies... I'm... not supposed to shared them... I'm not one of Apollo's oracles... The few of Apollo's children who get this ability... Either live till they are old but are forever cursed by the Gods or they die young... At the Gods hands... or their own."

She laughed a little, "I guess it is ultimately the healer in me that made me try and comfort him.... I don't like seeing people in pain. That's why I tell people my prophecies. I can stop them from hurting... If the Gods are angry about that... They'll tell me... until then... I'm not going to stop."