Well, that's a bit of a shift. Greta looks back up at him, warily reassessing. Perhaps he's not as completely heartless as he first appeared.

Which makes it all the more unfortunate that she doesn't have a good answer for him. "It's… hard to say, specifically." She gestures to the wild tangle all around them; it's not exactly strewn with helpful landmarks. "We split up so we could cover more ground. I went one way and my husband went the other; we left our child in the middle, with the girl."

And then she got hopelessly turned around, and then the giant appeared, and then this happened, and if it's all a dream she's not sure if any of it even matters. "I think," she ventures, "that if we follow this path, we'll reach them."

She certainly hopes so. Wandering in circles through the trees is the only other option.