More than anything

Amalthea moved closer and put her arm around Greta. She was uncertain but she wanted to try to console her as Molly had often done for her. Her other hand lightly touched Greta's hair, lightly stroking it back.

"It's alright to cry," she said quietly. It was alright for humans to cry. Since coming to Darrow, Amalthea had not shed one tear. She couldn't. If she became human enough to cry then she might never regain her true shape. But Greta's tears were real and needed tending, and she would try.