"Good." Greta returns the smile, the last, lingering bits of tension draining out from between her shoulder blades. It's nice to think that she's done the right thing by both of her friends, especially when they were so at odds over this. Johnny will be relieved, and the Balladeer will be fine - she refuses to entertain the notion that it's already too late, or that the damage has been done - and they can just pretend this whole mess never happened.

Well, except for the part where the Balladeer and Johnny should probably avoid one another, but she doubts it will be a hardship for either of them. They'll probably both be happy to just go their separate ways. Some small part of her is sorry that they can't all get along, but now that she's been given a glimpse of the risk involved... it's better this way.

She squeezes his hand, then releases him and gets up out of her chair. "I'll get you some more tea," she says, giving his shoulder an absent little pat in passing. If he's been neglecting himself over Johnny's song, he could probably stand some food, as well, but she has biscuits, too. She'll take care of him.