Iman can't keep herself from crying again, much as she would like to; she pulls her hand back briefly to wipe it hastily across her eyes before reaching back out to stroke Greta's hair. "O-okay," she stammers. "If that's... if that's what you want." She pulls her forward again, clinging, not wanting to let her go. "Come find me as soon as you wake up," she says. "Everything's gonna be okay."

She stands up reluctantly, hanging onto Greta's hand as long as she can. She glances over at Rita, who's already made this implicit pact with Greta, apparently, and, well, this is about as fucked up as anything could be.

"I'll see you real soon," she whispers.