Greta sighs, giving Tim's hair an absent pat. They could try again, though they probably shouldn't right away. If they can't get him to take water, though... it really won't matter how badly they want to take care of Tim themselves. His body won't survive for long without some kind of nourishment.

"Yes," she says, giving Jay's hand a pat before lowering Tim back down onto the pillow. She listens closely to his breathing, wanting to make sure being horizontal doesn't send him into another coughing fit. Satisfied that he's all right for the time being, she gets to her feet.

"He doesn't have to go anywhere just yet," she adds, since Jay's looking so crestfallen. "He might wake at any moment." The Rift might torment people, but it doesn't last forever.

She looks back down at Tim for a few moments, lips pressed together, then returns her attention to Jay and manages a smile. "I suppose we could take care of you. Have you eaten anything today?" If he's been trying to deal with Tim all day, he probably hasn't thought to look after himself.