Francis listens as they go about getting her a drink and something simple to eat. He wants to state the obvious, that she can't change her lot - but that wouldn't be the right thing to say at the moment, however true it was.
Gargoyle simply listens and ruminates as Francis trots back over and offers her the glass of water. The simple sandwich is placed down on the table, within reach but not pushed into her lap.
"We know you didn't, Feli." He murmurs gently, sitting beside her and gently putting an arm over Feli's shoulders. "But that was out of your control as much as Gargoyle and I meeting wasn't in mine. Remember what you said to me? That what matters is what we did with our newfound power. I'd say the same applies here."
He exhales softly, thinking over his words.
"Nobody - and we mean nobody - would begrudge you for stepping away. But we think you can do better than that. There is always a light at the end of the tunnel, and there is always a chance to help. Too many people have pushed you into thinking you are useless, that you can do nothing, that the fact you are not perfect means there is no point to what you do at all."
"But you cannot help everyone. You can try, but you are only one woman. You cannot be everywhere, you cannot do everything. The fact the Society has you wasting away doing paperwork is another matter entirely."
BE FAIR TO YOURSELF, FELICITY PARKING. DO NOT ASK THE IMPOSSIBLE.
Gargoyle speaks from his skin, then, and Francis can only nod.
