Greta lifts her gaze once his shoes come into her line of sight; he's close enough that his body blocks most of the view of what's going on back beneath the gallows. His smile doesn't reach his eyes, which is reassuring - she wouldn't have known how to respond if he'd actually been having a grand old time up there - but also a bit wrenching. She doesn't always enjoy her job, but baking doesn't exactly take a toll on her, either.

"Yes." She attempts a smile that is about as convincing as his was, then impulsively reaches out to take his arm. As gestures go, it skirts the line between formal and companionable, but what she's going for is supportive. His job wasn't pleasant, but he did what he had to do, and now it's over. And she doesn't think any less of him. "That would be nice."