Ophelia watched as he responded to the strangeness that came with her touch. She was pretty sure it was universal, that the tingly pleasant warmth she had been told about was something that happened to everyone that touched her. It wasn't something she'd ever felt, so she didn't know really what it was like. She only knew what her brother and her friends had told her.
"Feelings. History." In answer to the half-question about her Sight before she shrugged one shoulder, her eyes on him. "Pain. Fear. So lost..." She glanced down for a moment and then lightly rested her hand on his wrist, careful to touch his sleeve and not his hand. "What they did..." She sighed and met his eyes again, softly biting her lower lip. "They should pay. For hurting you."