Iman sinks down with her, her eyes still fixed on the Witch for a moment, wanting more than anything to go after her, give her what-for, rain hellfire down on her awful smug head for doing this to Greta. She knows she can't, for a multitude of reasons, the most important one being Greta needs her here.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, keeping her arms tight around her, holding her as close as she can. "Greta, I'm so sorry." She keeps wanting to say it's okay but she can't, and it isn't. She keeps stroking her hair, murmuring the only truth she has to offer over and over again: "I'm here. I'm here."