More than anything

The longer he takes in the sight of Greta, the more obviously concerned Marius becomes. She looks ill, as though she hasn't been eating, despite what the contents of her grocery basket might say.

He doesn't want to pry, nor does he want to make her uncomfortable in the middle of such a public space. But he also can't just leave her here, not with her looking the way she does. He knows she wouldn't abandon him, if their positions were reversed.

"Would you like to come back to my apartment?" He offers. "I can make tea. My cats would love the chance for company." They might also prove calming, in a way, for Greta. Or so Marius hopes.