More than anything

She definitely shouldn't have asked.

At least he starts with the reassurance that her husband and son are all right. Even the thought of Jack and Red moving in with them afterwards is easy to accept. They'd promised to look after the boy, and if the girl's mother hadn't turned up, of course they would have taken her in, too. Her husband might have needed some persuading, but she wouldn't have thought twice.

But the Princess... how does she fit into it? Greta's given just enough time to wonder how that could work without it being unbearably awkward. Then Jesse tells her, book-ended by clear reluctance and an apology, that she's among the dead.

She stares at him, as if trying to catch him in a lie. He has no reason to lie about such a thing, but she can't just accept it. She's survived the Woods before. Why shouldn't she make it through a second time?

"What?" Her brow furrows, and she gives her head a brisk little shake, as if a gnat had flown into it. "I don't--that can't be right."