There were only a few, really, that supplied the Amethyst Fiend with feeling safe. Beauty Ghost was one of them. Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu were others. Any others that supplied her with feelings of safety, she doubts were there.

She doesn't lay back down, but she does lay back propped up. It was good to see her. To know that she wasn't dead. Everyone else was dead, but she's trying not to focus on that. The last thing Gu Xiang wanted to be endlessly angry, even if there was that underlying bit of anger that wasn't bound to go away. He'd ruined everything.

There's a half-hearted smile before she takes the fresh glass of water, taking a drink of it. At least with the other woman she wasn't afraid of being poisoned.