Somehow, even without a human face, the unicorn gave her a kind look. Molly had curtsied to her too, just as trembling. "I have thought much the same since I arrived here," she admitted. "I don't know what the story is anymore."

She stayed where she was, not wanting to startle the woman any more than she already had. Here she felt more patient; here she felt as though she had nothing but time. It was much easier to stand still.