More than anything

"She's gone." It's bluntly put, but her hands hurt too much to say more. Her eyebrows are arced sadly, tears once more warming her cheeks as they slide down. "Something took her. I didn't see. She was just... gone."

Her signing is stilted in a way that Greta's never seen from her, and her shoulders are starting to shake again as she tries to hold in her sobs.