When Verity dropped into Oliver's lap, Margaret ushered Daphne out of the room. They had done all they could for her for the time being, and if anything else came up, Oliver would know how to reach her. Besides, there was a severed arm to deal with, and no doubt Verity's mother, at the least, to greet whenever she received the owl. Daphne would help if she asked for it, Margaret was sure.
Once they were alone, Oliver helped Verity get dressed. Seeing her naked was too strong a reminder of what Eddie had done to her, and if downstairs was any indication, he was already about to murder the beast. And right now, he needed to be focused on Verity.