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"Something like that," Greta hedges, if only because she doesn't think looking will have much to do with it. Not that she knows how unicorn magic works, especially when the unicorn isn't entirely a unicorn. For all she knows, Amalthea won't be able to sense a thing unless they take a trimming to Cabeswater.

But she said it could wait, and she means it, even though the worry still plucks at her like a child tugging on her apron strings.

Amalthea's observation makes for an excellent distraction. "Oh!" She wouldn't know, would she? Greta's been telling her friends as she sees them, but having Thomas move in isn't the sort of thing for which one sends out announcements. "Yes, we--well. Thomas has moved in." It's still fresh enough that an irrepressible smile lights her face whenever she talks about it. "It's been, oh... nearly two weeks, now. Officially."