Anne's quiet for a time, mulling this over. She remembers meeting Saoirse, that first day she ventured out on her own. It seems both relatively recent and unfathomably long ago. She remembers the girl making an impression, however, in part because of the way she spoke about the sea, with a yearning that seemed too great for someone so young. She understands better why, now, and she understands too why Greta's voice shifts subtly when she speaks of it.

Don't seem right to bring it up. Not sure what she'd say in any case. Saoirse's stayed; Greta isn't looking for reassurance. Wouldn't be much sense in looking for it from her.

She makes a soft, noncommittal sound and says, "Where I come from those are just stories. Mad Sweeney, too." There's nothing dismissive or skeptical in her tone, a pensive frown being the only thing separating this from small talk. "Seems sort of funny that I've already got used to it here." And much more besides, but she only indicates that with a slight shrug as she tosses the chickens a bit more stray clover. "You said... it was a while ago now. Mentioned a witch, and a curse. They had magic where you're from, too."

It's not quite a question, but she does look at Greta inquiringly. Not sure what she's asking, more like curious in general, what it must be like to grow up with all that as a day-to-day reality. Anne can't really imagine it, and wouldn't have bothered to try not very long ago. Now, after a hesitation, she asks outright: "What's that like?"