Perhaps he might try falling off the nearest cliff; that tends to work for her.
Greta glares at him. Once again, she finds herself receiving a nugget of sensibility wrapped in several layers of unpleasantness. Would it kill him to be a little less abrasive? Not that she's been all sweetness with him, but he started it… by falling into her dream. Which he apparently can't escape until she either reaches her goal or wakes up, herself.
What joy for both of them.
Greta sighs, flaps her hands in a hapless, exasperated shrug, and stares off through the trees for a moment as she gathers herself. "I left my family out here, just before the Rift took me. My husband, and my--my son." She clears her throat, drops her gaze - no point in seeking any sympathy from this fellow; she's certain she won't find any - and lifts a hand to the scarf around her neck. "I would like to find them."
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Perhaps he might try falling off the nearest cliff; that tends to work for her.Greta glares at him. Once again, she finds herself receiving a nugget of sensibility wrapped in several layers of unpleasantness. Would it kill him to be a little less abrasive? Not that she's been all sweetness with him, but he started it… by falling into her dream. Which he apparently can't escape until she either reaches her goal or wakes up, herself.
What joy for both of them.
Greta sighs, flaps her hands in a hapless, exasperated shrug, and stares off through the trees for a moment as she gathers herself. "I left my family out here, just before the Rift took me. My husband, and my--my son." She clears her throat, drops her gaze - no point in seeking any sympathy from this fellow; she's certain she won't find any - and lifts a hand to the scarf around her neck. "I would like to find them."