Greta chuckles at the apt 'not so organized,' but before she can launch into any kind of description, there's a rumble from below her feet. She freezes, her first irrational impulse to look to the sky for giants, but that's not the culprit. The pristine path before them cracks, dirt flies, and suddenly she's there, bursting out of the earth like a--well, like a beanstalk.

Why is she here? Why is she here?

The Witch looks at her with the usual disdain, and then--then there's talk of dying, and Greta's grip on Iman's arm tightens to a probably painful degree.

"Wh--" she starts, at a complete loss. She certainly makes no move to help. "I..."