Diane
Uriel fell silent. After all, that's what it seemed like Margo truly needed; someone to listen to her, and to give her a chance without making any judgment. 

So they did. Uriel watched as she spilled her soul out at their feet, the girl's feelings about what seemed to be a tragic situation so foreign to them. 

"I'm sorry he was so abusive towards you. I can't say I understand fathers all too well; mine left my mother before I was born, so I'm... Of startling little use here."

They didn't know what exactly they *Could* Offer upon hearing a story like this. Uriel stands up, and rummages around in their desk before procuring a small knitted paperweight.

It looked to be a whale of some sort with dopey eyes and a large smile. It couldn't have been more than a couple of inches in size, and probably took less than thirty minutes to knit. 

Still, they plop it onto Margo's hand with a dead-pan, impassive expression. 

"You went through so many trials in your life— experienced you didn't deserve to go through, that *No one does.* I can't offer much, but..."
Jeannie
◆ "No, it's fine... I've probably said too much, dumped where I shouldn't have." Her voice grew quiet. What had possessed her to dump like that to a virtual stranger...? "Be happy you can't relate. It *Sucks* Growing up like that."

□ Tugging on the bandage again, she held it in place with her teeth as her hands applied salve and then pressed the soaked fabric against her busted knuckles. She'd done this so many times it was muscle memory now, tugging and biting and applying and wrapping tight but not too tight, mobility with the blessing of healing. Looking up as she heard Uriel walking about, she noticed her roommate dropping a small knitted whale onto her, seemingly aimed for her hands without any adjustment for her current task.

▪︎ So, it fell to the ground with a near-inaudible puff.

◆ "Thanks." She quietly replied, continuing to tug at the bandages, wrapping them around her forearm as well to offer extra structural rigidity.
Diane
Uriel hummed absentmindedly, looking over at the girl with shining eyes. 

It seems Margo needed her privacy to properly collect herself. They turned to walk out of the room, pausing at the doorframe to look back at the girl. 

"I'm going to be gone for a bit— I might not be back for the rest of the night. Feel free to use the room however you see fit." 

A slight pause. 

"It was... Nice to meet you." 

And with that, Uriel disappeared out of sight.