"No, it's okay, it's-" With relief and surrender Iman slumps into her arms and lets Greta hold her up for a bit, resting her head on her shoulder. This moment isn't going to last, in fact it's going to die very soon because Rush is still laying out tools, working away over there, and she's going to have to confront that and soon, but not just this minute.

"I just needed to breathe," she murmurs. "I'm sorry it was like that. I..." She won't get any further, she suspects, without her voice wavering, and that would be unacceptable. After another moment she pushes back gingerly. "I'm okay," she lies.

That's done. She can't hide there anymore. Slowly, heavily, she turns to look at Rush.

"What are those for," she says dully.