"Nah." Iman grins, watching Greta work. "It'll be fine. We'll eat slowly."

She hesitates, wondering if she should pick up a fork and try to eat, or...

"Um," she says. "You know, since I only have the one arm it might be better if I... if you..." She chews her lip, not sure how to ask for this, though she's reasonably certain Greta won't mind. "Here." She moves her hand to grasp the plate, holding it steady for her. "If you wouldn't mind, um, feeding me? This might be a little easier."

She's definitely not blushing. If she thinks hard enough that she's not blushing, it will be true.