"Yes, I'm fine." She's a little taken aback by the question, but perhaps she shouldn't be. Everything was so mad after the Rift pulled Iman in, and then she fell unconscious and missed most of what followed. "Rush is, too, I think. It's a little hard to tell, with him." She attempts a smile, faintly conspiratorial because they both know how Rush can be, but she can't banish the worry from her eyes. Iman has never looked like this before, and that's not even counting the makeshift sling. She looks unmoored, as if the smallest wave might wash her out to sea, leaving Greta torn between wanting to reach out to anchor her and fearing the slightest move might trouble the waters.

"Can I get you anything?" she finally asks. "I made tea earlier, I could make more."