"I didn't mean to upset you. I'm still a little bit nervous about Dante leaving you to be in charge of the castle, and now I am hearing that Nigel might be coming here. I don't like knowing that I cannot help you," said Theo.
Ophelia sat down on the bed and reached for Theo's hand. "You can help me by offering advice."
Theo pulled his hand out of Ophelia's hold and answered, "That is not helping. That is you trying to make me feel better."
"You know, all of this is new to me. I can't use a sword, arrow, or a spare, yet I am able to help by offering ideas. I don't think Dante allows it simply to let me feel good. My ideas are being used daily, and I genuinely thought you would have ideas as well. Nevermind," Ophelia said, giving up.
"I suppose I need to blame myself. I have never been hard on you, Theo. I have been trying to include you, not only to give you a task throughout the day, but since you know Nigel as I do, you would have ideas. I have accepted your wish," said Ophelia.
