She thinks she's been managing quite well, all things considered. The city hasn't lost its strangeness, and the technology might as well be magic, but she's surviving. She's even managed to help another new arrival - that's been something.
But having someone else acknowledge the difficulty seems to throw it into sharp relief, and then Iman strokes her hair - a gesture, a care that Greta's far more accustomed to giving than receiving - and suddenly there's a lump in her throat. Oh, dear. This is so embarrassing.
Greta drops her forehead down onto Iman's shoulder with a groan. "It is," she agrees with quiet, mortified vehemence.
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But having someone else acknowledge the difficulty seems to throw it into sharp relief, and then Iman strokes her hair - a gesture, a care that Greta's far more accustomed to giving than receiving - and suddenly there's a lump in her throat. Oh, dear. This is so embarrassing.
Greta drops her forehead down onto Iman's shoulder with a groan. "It is," she agrees with quiet, mortified vehemence.