Iman slumps a little under her hand, and Greta lets out a breath, looking down at her friend with a faint, anxious smile. She can't help but worry, seeing Iman so weary and defeated, but the larger part of her is just glad she's agreed to stay (and, perhaps indirectly, to let Greta look after her for a bit). She gives Iman's back a soothing rub as she looks back up at Rush, already poised to leave with his excuses at the ready.

"Yes. We can, er, reconvene later." She nods once, a little reprise of the gratitude she's already made plain.