Amalthea closed her eyes and leaned into the hug, tucking herself against the warmth of Greta's body. There was comfort to be had in the gesture and she would not shun it, not now when she knew what good it could do her.

"I'm called Amalthea," she said quietly, offering the name. Even her introduction made the name seem like a thing that had been foisted upon her, like this body; not truly her, but something given to her for a lack of anything else to call her.

She stayed as she was for a long moment, simply allowing Greta to hold her. Eventually she shivered and reached for the bag to at least pull on the leggings she'd brought with her, then the long-sleeved dress; the lilac color reflected in her eyes. "Thank you for your kindness, Greta."