“...Sure.”

Garnet is a bit glad for the offer of help, honestly, both not certain what to tackle first and not certain what to do with Pearl otherwise. She doesn’t feel good about sending her off into the world again, both for her own sake and for the sake of anyone who happened to cross her at the wrong time, but it also feels strange at this juncture to offer to let her stay. At least this will give her some time to think about it.

She pulls her dirty shirt off as she stands up, then uses it to try to wipe what blood she can off of herself. The sensation of it drying on her skin is not a pleasant one, but she doesn’t want to bother with a shower until the apartment is clean again. She’s not certain if she’ll be able to get the staining out of the shirt, but that’s not exactly her first priority.

Sighing again, she does a second survey of the room, trying to assess exactly how much needs to be cleaned up in here. There are a few things out of place from their struggle, as well as random drips and smears of blood all over the floor. Plus, there’s the cat. She has no idea what to do with a cat corpse, and it’s probably too much to hope that Pearl has any idea either. But the alternative is having her clean up the kitchen, and although it’s less messy, it feels wrong to ask her to go clean up a vomit-filled sink.

“Would you mind starting in here?” Garnet asks, looking back to Pearl, hoping she won’t mind being told what to do. “I’ll get you supplies.”