Lita had left the moment Savannah bid her to. She hadn't stopped to grab anything she might need, she simply left when called. She didn't need anything if she could run to Savannah without fear someone will find her and make her best friend pay for Lita's perceived or earned sins.
Despite what Mort had said to her, Lita half expected to be turned away at the door. Blacklisted for not only putting the shelter's leader in danger but the whole facility itself. But as she approached, Lita saw Savannah standing there, just like she said she would. Lita was so relieved in that moment she lets out something like a laugh and a sigh and allows Savannah to lead her up to the Oval Office.
The LBJ isn't where she lives but it might as well be. It's cozy where the hospital is clinical, and Lita never feels more at home than when she's with Savannah. If Lita was a different person, a better person, she'd stay here. She could be a small practice doctor, with patients that knew her name, wiping snot noses and putting band-aids on scraped knees. It isn't in the cards and her heart could never truly be in it but for a home away from home, she couldn't ask for better.
"I'm sorry," Lita starts, hating the way the words feel in her mouth. She knows she has to get this out before she can start in on anything that has happened since. "I hurt your feelings and made you worry and that was shitty." Lita knows it sounds like a cop out as soon as it leaves her mouth but she doesn't know what else to say. She still feels what she did was what was best for her and for Savannah. They're both here, alive. How can that not be what was supposed to happen?