Supposing she’s probably not in any immediate danger, Garnet moves to take a seat on the couch. The exhaustion that she felt earlier is coming back with a vengeance. She can’t bring herself to relax fully, however, and stays positioned at the edge of the cushion, arms crossed tightly at her stomach, eyes trained on the woman on her floor.

…Saved her? It’s true, in a way. She’s not certain she would have done so had she known what this woman was, had she not been in grave danger herself. Still, she can’t deny some part of her had felt sorry for her, that some part of her had wanted to ease her suffering. Aside from the twisted feeding face and the horror that accompanied it, this woman still seemed pathetically human. And watching a person suffer wasn’t something Garnet had ever been able to bear.

“I saved me, too." For now, anyway.