More than anything

That's about as much enthusiasm as she expects from Amalthea. More than that might be a bit alarming, actually; as if she was forgetting to be inscrutable and several steps removed from human matters. As if she was forgetting to be a unicorn.

And a unicorn is what she needs right now. Greta looks up from pouring the tea, first pleasantly surprised and then a little apprehensive to have such quick confirmation that something has happened. It had only taken Amalthea a glance to notice. Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?

"I was hoping you might tell me," she admits. "I can tell something is... different... but I don't know if it's a good sort or a bad sort."