[ She can, and... she doesn't know much how to feel about the implication, the sense it might make. Odile finally manages to worm her hook and sends it flying an... okay distance, she guesses, less than Serpilia's she supposes. ]

I see. Well, I don't know what I can offer in that regard other than an ear, but sometimes simply "being there" is enough, isn't it?

[ Supposedly. ]

Before you confess all there is to your situation, do you have a hobby outside of dressing others well?