"They have a nursery, but it's a bit overcrowded, I think," Greta says as she removes the bottle from the microwave, checks the temperature, and screws the top back on - all with one hand; she's getting rather good at this. "They asked me if I'd be willing to help, and I agreed."

There is a sort of sense in it - they know she knows how to care for young children, and it's not as if she has any other occupation at the moment. Maybe it wasn't the kindest request they could have made of her, and the twins are hardly a replacement for the son she lost, but... she had missed caring for a child, and beneath all the general exhaustion and worry for the poor things, some part of her is rather enjoying it all.

As Abbie guzzles away, Greta turns her attention to the Balladeer, noticing for the first time that he's looking a bit worn, himself. What's his excuse? "How have you been?" she asks, her tone going for casual and not quite getting there. "I haven't seen you since that mess with the curses."