Ophelia landed and climbed off her horse and wiped the sweat from her brow. She was beyond tired, her arms were aching with fatigue and her legs were sore from gripping to her Pegasus. However, none of that stopped her from stumbling her way to the injured. She placed her hands on the first person she could find. In a quiet voice, she sung to heal injuries that were decided as too bad and far gone to 'waste' Ambrosia and nectar on or were to little to do. She had lost count of how many people she had healed when she had to catch herself for a bed from a dizzy spell.