Iman smiles faintly, going back to stroking her hair for a bit before settling down next to her, the invitation implicit, and there's no reason not to as far as Greta's concerned. It's a weird kind of torment - lying down, holding Greta and just wanting to soothe her, Iman wishes it could be more than that, but this will just have to do for both of them, this which isn't quite enough for either.

She isn't sure what else to say. Apologizing, empathizing, all of it might just make things worse, and she doesn't want to risk that when Greta's calming down. So she doesn't say anything for now, waiting for a cue from Greta, just offering presence for now.