Georgia deliberately does not run to Clementine's room when she sees the message. The temptation's there, but the fact is, there are plenty of others who will want to check in on her too. Clementine's alive. For the moment that is sufficient information.

That being said, she's certainly pleased when late at night, she sees Clementine alive for herself. A corner of her mouth twitches up in a restrained smile and she approaches, only to freeze several feet away.

"Clementine. There's blood on your jacket." Different worlds, she has to remind herself. In Clementine's world, smearing yourself with zombie guts is a good plan to not be eaten rather than suicide. Different worlds, and Georgia's dealt with blood before. It's fine, alarming or not, Clementine is alive and won't turn into a zombie from a little bit of blood.

Georgia doesn't come any closer.