"Yes, I arrange flowers," she answered as she started walking, picking her way toward the edge of the forest, where she'd hidden her clothes. She stayed close to Greta, not quite touching, as that might knock her off balance, but close enough that it was deliberate. She was grateful for the company; she often did this part alone, and it left her terribly sad, sitting at the edge of the forest by herself as she longed for a life that had been taken from her.

Perhaps if she had company it would be easier to make herself get up and continue back to the city or the farmhouse.

"I will change into a girl when we cross out of Cabeswater. Please don't be startled."