Iman looks up at Rush when he uses her first name. It's weird hearing him use it, but he probably did so calculatedly; it's enough to finally pull her back out of herself, at least some if not completely. She watches him for a moment before nodding slowly, searching out his eyes.

"Thank you," she says.

Greta's interjection helps pull her out all the more; it gives her something to focus on, something nice, comforting. She manages to reach up, almost in reflex, to touch Greta's hand on her shoulder before she returns to the kitchen. Tea, that'll help. Tea and listening to Greta move about the kitchen like everything is normal, and then maybe a forty-eight hour nap. She lifts her tea to blow gently on it, looking over the rim and the steam at Rush's tools, tired, nervous, not sure how much of this she can handle. She takes a little sip. It's hot but that's good. Sensation is good. Better than numb.