Garnet spends almost the entire trek to her apartment looking over the woman in her arms, feet taking her home automatically. Studying her, Garnet can’t imagine how she ended up in such a state. Though she’s certainly dirty, she doesn’t have the look her of someone who has been homeless for very long, and it seems as if she’s telling the truth about being uninjured. But how did she end up starving on the sidewalk? Why is she so against outside help, but fine with a stranger carrying her into her house? For that matter, why is Garnet fine with being that stranger?
Another glance at her face says exactly why: she looks so pathetic. Not in a negative way, exactly, but in a way that makes her feel compelled to try to help. She’s clearly been through a lot recently, and it now appears as if she might be about to cry… She pulls her a little closer as she notices, unsure how else she could offer any comfort at this point. It seems like she needs the embrace, anyway: she feels oddly cool against Garnet’s own warm chest.
It's is short-lived, however, as she reaches her apartment door. Garnet doesn’t want to place her on the ground, especially now that she's noticed how cold she is, and standing up is clearly out of the question. So she shifts the woman’s weight onto one arm, awkwardly digging into her pocket for keys and unlocking the door with the other. Just a few more feet and she’ll be able to deposit her onto the couch.
“I’ll find you a blanket and get you some leftovers,” she explains as she shuts the door behind her, feeling like she ought to say something now that they’ve entered her apartment. She doesn't want her guest to feel unwelcome.
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Another glance at her face says exactly why: she looks so pathetic. Not in a negative way, exactly, but in a way that makes her feel compelled to try to help. She’s clearly been through a lot recently, and it now appears as if she might be about to cry… She pulls her a little closer as she notices, unsure how else she could offer any comfort at this point. It seems like she needs the embrace, anyway: she feels oddly cool against Garnet’s own warm chest.
It's is short-lived, however, as she reaches her apartment door. Garnet doesn’t want to place her on the ground, especially now that she's noticed how cold she is, and standing up is clearly out of the question. So she shifts the woman’s weight onto one arm, awkwardly digging into her pocket for keys and unlocking the door with the other. Just a few more feet and she’ll be able to deposit her onto the couch.
“I’ll find you a blanket and get you some leftovers,” she explains as she shuts the door behind her, feeling like she ought to say something now that they’ve entered her apartment. She doesn't want her guest to feel unwelcome.