Greta's smile dwindles into something small and fixed. The question doesn't bother her in the least; comforting Iman is what she's wanted to do ever since her friend woke up. It's the only real help she can offer in the wake of all that's happened, the only relevant skill she possesses, and Iman needs it. A proper cry would do her a world of good, Greta thinks. But comfort is clearly not an easy thing for Iman to ask for - more accustomed to being the conquering hero than the damsel in distress - and that's a pity.

But she did ask. At least Greta doesn't have to worry about her efforts being an imposition.

"Yes, of course," she says quietly. "I'd be glad to." She pauses a moment, considering. Iman isn't favoring her arm as if it's paining her. Perhaps she can't feel it at all, now that it's broken. But it should probably be in a sling regardless, just to keep it still and avoid further damage. "Shall we redo your sling?" she asks, leaving it up to Iman to decide how much help she wants. Greta could tie it off quicker, but she's not going to push.