She can't? That seems an odd way of putting it, when Greta can only presume that she has all the necessary ingredients, at least physically speaking. But Amalthea is still a unicorn, human body aside. It's hard to imagine a unicorn weeping.

"I suppose it is a rather human thing to do," she admits, sitting up a bit straighter, but not outright pulling away. It is a relief, but the relief is still only temporary, and she's not sure it's worth the embarrassment of breaking down in front of her friends. "You're not missing much," she adds with a somewhat damp attempt at humor.