Ophelia will certainly deny later that her hand doesn't move to rest on Flavia's shoulder when she leans against her; they're hidden away from the outside world for the time being, so who would notice? But for the moment, she feels her own tension ease from her, staring up at the portrait of her family with her youngest sister by her side. "Perhaps you'll crack the code on baby speak when you're a brilliant chemist." The words slip out of her; she doesn't mean to voice them aloud, but nor does she have the energy to recall them. For now, she's content to settle for the peace burgeoning between herself and Flavia.