Greta doesn't know how long she's been up here. This whole day has just been a miserable, terrifying blur of monsters and hiding with varying degrees of success. She had thought the castle might prove to be a better stronghold than it turned out to be, and she'd felt so foolish when she discovered the truth of it. Does anyone else even know of this place? Who would think to look for her here? Is she going to die alone in this little joke of a tower?

And then she hears Iman's voice.

She can't even muster a reply before Iman's inside, recklessly grabbing the monster she'd been holding off and hurling it backwards out the door. The broom clatters to the floor, and then she all but collapses into Iman's arms with a sob of relief, squeezing her eyes shut. She wants to say that she knew Iman would find her, that she was certain, but she hadn't been certain of anything. "I missed you," is what comes out instead, ragged and unsteady.

There's a distant, wet sound from the little courtyard outside, and Greta opens her eyes, hurriedly blinking the tears away as a bizarrely angled outline blocks the doorway. There's someone else out there, not a monster, but a woman in some kind of mechanical shell, and she... her face...

Greta gapes, her throat spasming with several unuttered questions.