Oliver still wasn't paying attention past Verity, so Daphne sat there quietly until Margaret finished with the Owls. Sending them off with the family owl, she turned back the scene of her broken family and set about putting it right again.
'Oliver, Oliver... son. That's enough. Verity, come here to me, girl. Let us clean you up.' Margaret motioned to Daphne with the hot water and rags, 'Oliver, go bring her some clothes. Go on, lad.' it was Margaret's way of speaking firmly, and The calm direction was exactly what Oliver needed. He obeyed, without complaint, leaving Verity momentarily to the women who could, perhaps in this case, take better care of her fragile body.