She barely processes Iman's inquiring tone or aborted reassurance, her words unable to compete with the far more alarming action of trying to get closer to the Witch. That mustn't happen, and she keeps a vise-like hold on her friend's arm.
"We're dreaming." The words fly out of her like arrows, or a protective spell. This isn't real. They're just dreaming. The Witch can't harm them.
But that doesn't stop her from scowling when the Witch turns her attention to Iman, sizing her up, another person Greta cares about in the cross-hairs. "And she is none of your concern," she says--growls, really, and some distant part of her is embarrassed by her own ferocity. She pulls Iman back, or pushes herself forward, placing herself between her friend and the Witch.
She knows she's being foolish - exceptionally so. Even if the Witch can't harm them, she might have answers, might be able to tell her how the others are faring, and Greta won't get them by challenging her. But even the hint of a threat to Iman is more than she can abide. "Haven't you done enough damage?" she asks bitterly.
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"We're dreaming." The words fly out of her like arrows, or a protective spell. This isn't real. They're just dreaming. The Witch can't harm them.
But that doesn't stop her from scowling when the Witch turns her attention to Iman, sizing her up, another person Greta cares about in the cross-hairs. "And she is none of your concern," she says--growls, really, and some distant part of her is embarrassed by her own ferocity. She pulls Iman back, or pushes herself forward, placing herself between her friend and the Witch.
She knows she's being foolish - exceptionally so. Even if the Witch can't harm them, she might have answers, might be able to tell her how the others are faring, and Greta won't get them by challenging her. But even the hint of a threat to Iman is more than she can abide. "Haven't you done enough damage?" she asks bitterly.
Evidently not, if she's here at all.