"Hmm," Illyana watched her as she wrote on the floor and then she frowned a bit. "I'll be right back." She tried to keep her tone as sympathetic as she could as she teleported to her room and then back again. When she came back she had a notepad in her hand and a single pen with blue ink. She offered it to the child and gave her the best attempt a sincere smile she could muster. It was a bit stiff, but she was doing her best.

"Here, you can write with this," she wanted to say something more, something comforting, but she was awkward about it. "I ...understand being lonely. I was often lonely in Limbo." That was not something she would usually admit. "There are a few other young people here, perhaps you can play with them."