Iman doesn't know what she wants. She stares at the remaining tools for a moment before looking up at Greta.
"I don't want to sleep," she says. "But... I could lie down, I guess."
Her gut twists at the thought of it. She tries not to let Rush's departure depress her, but it's too late for that - even if what he wanted to attempt was beyond her willingness and grasp, it was still something, still distraction, and his presence was a foil to act against, balance her out. With just Greta here she fears she'll crumple. The urge to escape makes a little resurgence, but it's not strong enough to overpower her. She wants to be with Greta, allow herself to be soothed, even if it feels like a concession, like just straight giving up.
That's what she's supposed to be doing, right? What she told Rush she needed to do, essentially?
She looks away when she says, "Could you maybe just... stay with me for a bit, while the bread does... whatever it's doing?"
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"I don't want to sleep," she says. "But... I could lie down, I guess."
Her gut twists at the thought of it. She tries not to let Rush's departure depress her, but it's too late for that - even if what he wanted to attempt was beyond her willingness and grasp, it was still something, still distraction, and his presence was a foil to act against, balance her out. With just Greta here she fears she'll crumple. The urge to escape makes a little resurgence, but it's not strong enough to overpower her. She wants to be with Greta, allow herself to be soothed, even if it feels like a concession, like just straight giving up.
That's what she's supposed to be doing, right? What she told Rush she needed to do, essentially?
She looks away when she says, "Could you maybe just... stay with me for a bit, while the bread does... whatever it's doing?"
What a horribly embarrassing thing to ask.