That answer probably ought to be alarming. And it is, really -- all that talk of being in her grave, being sent to sleep every year, is chilling. As is the thought that it might happen again.
Unsettling as it all may be, though, Greta's heart goes out to the girl. Who is she to judge someone for dodging the grave? She's done the same, though it was only Darrow's magic and not her own that saved her.
It's not a kinship she much wants to emphasize, but she still finds herself reaching over to tuck back the girl's hair. It's a maternal gesture, one that she often bestows to the children at the Gardens. Aggie's probably too old for it, but oh well, it's already done.
"Definitely no reading aloud, then," Greta says, before turning her attention back to the book. She gingerly leafs through the pages, less concerned about any potential magic they hold -- which might be 'none,' and which poses a greater threat to Aggie than anyone else, from the sounds of it -- than the book's age. There are bits she recognizes, off-kilter versions of people she knows, but no Baker and his Wife.
There are also illustrations, and she pauses when she comes across one of a cottage not unlike the one that sits before them. "Well, it's not a perfect match," she says, angling the book so Aggie can see it, "but it's not far off."
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Unsettling as it all may be, though, Greta's heart goes out to the girl. Who is she to judge someone for dodging the grave? She's done the same, though it was only Darrow's magic and not her own that saved her.
It's not a kinship she much wants to emphasize, but she still finds herself reaching over to tuck back the girl's hair. It's a maternal gesture, one that she often bestows to the children at the Gardens. Aggie's probably too old for it, but oh well, it's already done.
"Definitely no reading aloud, then," Greta says, before turning her attention back to the book. She gingerly leafs through the pages, less concerned about any potential magic they hold -- which might be 'none,' and which poses a greater threat to Aggie than anyone else, from the sounds of it -- than the book's age. There are bits she recognizes, off-kilter versions of people she knows, but no Baker and his Wife.
There are also illustrations, and she pauses when she comes across one of a cottage not unlike the one that sits before them. "Well, it's not a perfect match," she says, angling the book so Aggie can see it, "but it's not far off."