"That sounds lovely," Greta says, and she means it. She didn't even know that was a job one could have, but it seems more appropriate for a creature of the forest than making coffee or ringing up groceries. If a unicorn had to have a job, it might as well be something like flower arrangement.

The unicorn sticks close enough that Greta almost wonders if she's angling for more physical contact. She probably could rest her hand on the creature's shoulder without it being much of a stretch. But she's not sure exactly when or how she'll make that shift from unicorn to human, and it might be best not to be touching her when it happens. God, she hopes it isn't anything as ghastly as Biffy switching out of his wolf shape.

She looks over at the unicorn, ready to avert her gaze in a hurry if anything uncomfortable starts to happen. "Does it hurt?" she asks quietly.