"I suppose not," Pearl says icily. She finally sits back down on her bed, but she does it aggressively, enough for her slight weight to make the springs creak. She crosses one leg over the other, arms folded over her chest as she scowls over at Jasper.

"Well," she starts to add in her trademark sanctimonious lecturing tone, "I hope you realize how lucky you are to be cured. Even if it is at the expense of becoming human..." No one has ever been cured of corruption before, as far as she's aware, and Pearl can think if a good number of her former comrades that would deserve it a lot more than Jasper does.