With space offered to her, Amelia climbs up next to Harley. She sets aside her smoothie so she can be ready to offer her hands to Harley if she wants or needs them. It's all she can think to do as the other woman explains how she and the Joker became so entwined.

The story itself is haunting, more terrible than she could have ever imagined it to be. To know that someone would do these things to another person, to drive them so far that they would convince another person to do such horrible things for such a stupid, selfish reason makes her angry. She already hated Joker, but now she's furious. If she could get her hands on him now, she would tear him apart limb from limb. Damn the consequences of such actions, because no one should be allowed to hurt Harley this way.

But all of those desires will have to wait. The second Harley tries to breathe through a sob, Amelia inches closer, resting a hand gently on the other woman's shoulder. She wants to say something, to comfort Harley somehow, but she just... doesn't know how.

"I'm so sorry." It doesn't feel like enough, but it's all she has. Her head bows a little under the weight of that thought and she gives Harley's shoulder a small squeeze. "I'm so sorry you went through that."