Greta gives Amalthea's hand a grateful squeeze, letting her lead the way towards the forest. The path isn't especially clear, more of a game trail than anything else, but she trusts Amalthea knows where she's going.

It's been a while since Greta has visited Cabeswater. Once she realized she wouldn't be going home in any meaningful sense, those fate-tempting trips started to seem a little more fraught and a little less wise. Now... well, she's not miserable enough to want to leave, but she no longer truly believes she can influence the city by way of her physical location. If it decides it's done tormenting her and sends her away, it won't matter where she happens to be standing.

At any rate, it's good to be up and moving. Her muscles loosen, the soreness in her body eases. It occurs to her at some point to put the keys in her bag, and their occasional, muted jangling is easily lost amid the sounds of the forest. And though she can't feel the forest to the extent Amalthea can, she starts to get an inkling of when they might be nearing the border.

"I don't think I've come at it from this direction before," she says quietly. "Are we close?"