Ophelia quietly seated herself in a corner, watching over the smaller kids subtly from over her sketchpad. While she knew that they were frightened, she unfortunately didn't have the words to offer comfort. She had gathered a tiny child to her and was watching her doze on her lap, absently sketching the scene. It was sweet, though she was certain it wasn't something that she had ever thought would happen. Children didn't tend to flock to her, but in a tense situation like this it was what it was.
She raised her eyes eventually from her sketching and looked around. Finally they settled on a familiar face, her roommate's cousin, and she offered the very slightest quirk of a smile to the boy, not knowing really what else to do at this point.