This girl was a loose canon, that much Ophelia could see. If she had such a tenuous grip on herself that she lost control at the offer of companionship, something was seriously wrong. How had Arkady let someone like that in?
"You need help," Ophelia said, but the words weren't cruel - she sounded genuinely concerned. There was that sick feeling again; it tugged at her insides and twisted them around. It should have been enough to make her leave. "I'm gon' get Arkady." She wasn't going to tattle, but she was going to get his help.