Ophelia tended to follow her brother around most of the time and the infirmary was one place that she always went with him to. She was typically glad to do so, because he was important to her. She trailed him up from the dungeon, making sure that he was secure in getting there. It was interesting because everyone now was new, and so most of them didn’t have as much experience with the pair as the staff at Saint Mungo’s. She tucked her hands inside her sleeves as she walked, her robes covering them entirely so that she would not touch anyone or anything that would provoke her Sight. It was annoying but it was necessary.
Once they entered she placed herself slightly behind Laertes, obviously observing the healer that was present. Tall, severe looking, and hopefully competent. She did not know. It didn’t matter in some ways since she would not trust them with her brother’s care. She didn’t fully trust anyone with his care. She pulled out one small vial from her pocket, tapping her brother’s arm and handing it off to him. That was her most recent change, one he had been taking for about a month now, and so it was the most likely to be relevant to the healer.