Greta looks faintly horrified at the thought - not least of all because it wouldn't be the first time the Rift decided to trap someone in the Dreaming for a significant length of time. Poor Jay. But Jay did manage to escape, and the cat exudes an air of general capability. It's the sort of thing that she might find reassuring if it was coming from a human and not some sort of magical, talking beast. It's so calm about the prospect of not waking up that she can't help thinking the Rift would have quite a job on its hands if it really wanted to keep it here.

"I should hope so," she says with a little frown. "People usually do."

Should she even be counting the cat as 'people'?

Greta purses her lips, then turns to face the creature. "What are you, if you don't mind my asking?"