Greta's steps falter, and it's all she can do not to stare, not to gape. He's married? She was stunned that he'd consented to share his space with a dog; she never would have imagined he had a wife.

When did he lose her? Was it before the Rift took him, or...?

It's none of her business. No matter how much she might ache with sympathy, no matter how free he is with this information, she's certain that her Rush wouldn't want her to know any of this. Does Iman even know? Greta swallows, head ducked as she schools her expression into something neutral. What else can she do but play along? She isn't about to tell him the woman probably isn't here. She can't calmly explain that the Rush she knows has no wife, that he's so prickly and guarded that he'd never voluntarily make mention of her, and that he'd probably be furious at having this aspect of his life laid bare. Would this Rush even believe her? What good would it do, even if he did?

Against her better judgment, unable to help herself, she finds herself asking, "What's her name?"