"Magic," Angus says mildly, stretching his head forward to nose at the bird. "How can you hear? I don't see ears anywhere."

Greta keeps half an ear on the animals' exchange as she considers Asmodia. Aside from just not knowing how things work, she's also not too eager to say anything that might upset someone with unknown capabilities and an odd retinue of creatures. "Perhaps not," she says bracingly. She knows little about Asmodia, but she doesn't get the impression that she'd welcome a trip to another universe the way the Balladeer had.

Then again, she also doesn't get the impression that the Rift would toy with someone like this twice, only to leave them alone when all was said and done.