It's a lot to take in, and the full weight of it, she thinks, hasn't sunk in. Even seeing the blood, she can't picture what he put Edward through—nor fully understand what Eridan went through, to warrant this turnabout.

Ruka leans back into the couch, putting on airs of relaxing (though the muscles across her back and her shoulders are still as tight as ever), her eye remaining on Eridan.

"And both of you are satisfied like that?"