"It's ok. Passes fast." Ophelia tapped her hand lightly to signal what she meant, knowing from her brother how a touch from her felt. She was pretty sure he was used to it but other people didn't tend to touch her often enough that they would adjust to it. It was a defense mechanism on her part. She didn't need dozens of other people's memories and feelings in her head - hers and Orestes were more than enough.
She nodded when he offered his jacket, quickly following his instructions. It wasn't that she couldn't do it herself- she was of age after all- but when someone told her to do something she tended to obey. It was built in with her upbringing. She emerged with the shirt in her hand and the jacket covering her from shoulders to knees, oddly showing in more detail how tiny she was. She guessed that was maybe why people didn't realize she was of age.