It seems that Delita's wallow into self pity had come to an end. Garnet needed a support that only someone present could give and it would have to be him.

If the Queen was not careful, she was going to walk straight off the edge of the Farplane. He held tightly to her hand as he placed himself between her and the edge, his free hand raising to her shoulder. He had no thoughts of hindering the view of her mother.

He lowered his voice to a whisper, "Garnet...It's not...It's only...It's ok. I'm here for you."