"It's my job," she says with teasing loftiness, "just as 'Balladeer' is yours." Obviously. Also, someone needs to be a bit less stingy with the blankets. Greta starts to investigate this cocoon he's made for himself as he updates her on his time in the city. She gets as far as extricating his arm - an exciting discovery! - and contents herself, for the moment, with clinging to said arm like a child with a favorite toy.

"Well, there are plenty in the tower," she allows. She hasn't seen so many out and about, but that's partly because she hasn't been out and about that much. "And I've met a few in dreams - you were in one, weren't you? Was that you?" It seems like it must have been.