Greta briefly hides her face behind her hand, giggling helplessly in mingled embarrassment and delight. She's never going to get over the fact that everyone else knew. There are probably Rifties she's never even met who would just know her as the woman Iman's in love with.

She's not entirely sure how she ought to feel about that. It's been refreshing, existing on her own terms instead of in constant relation to her husband... but to be similarly associated with Iman is a thrill. Not least of all because Iman isn't someone to be trifled with.

"She likes you, too," Greta says, glancing down at her texts. "In fact..." her smile widens for a moment as a few more missives come through, and then she shifts to face the Balladeer, her expression sobering a little.

"Listen," she continues with a bit more gravity, "this isn't a promise, because none of us can make promises about this sort of thing. But if we figure out the Rift, and people are able to go home on purpose, you can come with us. To Iman's world. You're invited. We don't want you going back to your universe or getting left behind here, and--and I don't want to lose you, so..." oh dear, she's tearing up again. She pulls in a deep breath and makes sure she has control of herself before finishing, "if you want to, and if we can make it happen, you're with us."