"Something besides Cabeswater, you mean?" Greta asks, frowning, now. The forest has always seemed friendly enough to her -- as much as any magical forest can be. It wasn't malicious, at least. It didn't hold any true horrors. But sickly is an evocative term, and Greta resists the urge to roll her shoulders, as if to banish an itch. "That sounds... unpleasant."

A thought occurs to her, and she turns back to Amalthea curiously. "Is it... could you heal it? Is that why it calls to you?" She doesn't know how much of the lore from her world translates to the one Amalthea comes from, but unicorns do heal, don't they?