"Greta - Greta!" Iman cries, clutching her desperately, burying a hand in her hair. Oh god, oh god. What can she do? How can she fix this?

She - she can't.

"Greta," she says again, uselessly, unable to keep her own tears at bay, even though she should be strong right now, this isn't about her. "It - I-"

She feels the threat of a sneeze before she can get any further, and she breaks off into agonized silence. She can't make this better. She can't promise everything will be fine. She can't do anything.

She wraps her arms tighter around Greta and turns a furious look on the Witch. "Leave her alone," she growls. "Get out of here."