No. No. That can't be--she only fell, she didn't... she didn't...
Greta curls in on herself with a broken cry, as if the Witch had driven a blade into her. She can't bear it--not the thought of Jack weeping over her after the way she used him, not the thought of them all being left alone to face the Giant, not the fact that the Witch can't even tell her anything more, something helpful, something that doesn't confirm the worries she's been burying since she arrived.
"That's not... that can't be--" she starts, before a sneeze cuts her off, and she lets out a bark of frustration. Why is this happening now? "I--I'm not--" another sneeze, and she slumps against Iman, her breath coming fast and shallow.
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Greta curls in on herself with a broken cry, as if the Witch had driven a blade into her. She can't bear it--not the thought of Jack weeping over her after the way she used him, not the thought of them all being left alone to face the Giant, not the fact that the Witch can't even tell her anything more, something helpful, something that doesn't confirm the worries she's been burying since she arrived.
"That's not... that can't be--" she starts, before a sneeze cuts her off, and she lets out a bark of frustration. Why is this happening now? "I--I'm not--" another sneeze, and she slumps against Iman, her breath coming fast and shallow.