Greta trails after the Balladeer, part of her wishing he'd put his arm around her or something, the rest of her appalled at the thought of asking for more than she already has. He answered her question, and he's not asking any questions of his own. That's more than enough. Besides, she might just collapse at the first hint of physical support.
Her eyes are fixed on the ground, and she's barely paying attention to the distance they've covered. She doesn't realize how close they are to their destination, let alone that anyone is waiting, until she hears Iman's voice.
She's here. She came running. Even without a call.
Greta takes in Iman's anxious expression, wonders how many desperate texts were sent, and hates herself for leaving her phone behind. Iman can't have been here long, but still. She must have been terrified, because she cares, and this is the worst time to be mistreating the people who haven't been irrevocably placed beyond her reach.
Greta swallows, pointlessly dashes away a few tears as if they won't be immediately replaced, and pulls in an unsteady breath. "It's true," she says brokenly, taking a few steps forward. "It's all true."
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Her eyes are fixed on the ground, and she's barely paying attention to the distance they've covered. She doesn't realize how close they are to their destination, let alone that anyone is waiting, until she hears Iman's voice.
She's here. She came running. Even without a call.
Greta takes in Iman's anxious expression, wonders how many desperate texts were sent, and hates herself for leaving her phone behind. Iman can't have been here long, but still. She must have been terrified, because she cares, and this is the worst time to be mistreating the people who haven't been irrevocably placed beyond her reach.
Greta swallows, pointlessly dashes away a few tears as if they won't be immediately replaced, and pulls in an unsteady breath. "It's true," she says brokenly, taking a few steps forward. "It's all true."