Ophelia reached out weakly for Seth's hand. When she found it, her own just sat in it, not having the strength to hold it. She worried about Seth, she didn't have the energy to last with her healing. She'd probably get little sleep here and she'd slowly be able to heal him less and less. She couldn't burst into... where ever they were this time and save him. She was stuck here as well and Jeremy... was long gone to do the same. Maybe if she had been stronger, she could have fought off the Roman. Then they wouldn't be in this mess. If she hadn't gotten taken, Seth never would have gone willingly. She looked at Seth, "I'm... sorry."