Privately, Greta can't help but think Nina's underestimating the banality of the impossible. The word never meant much back home; few things were impossible when there were Giants in the sky and magic growing in your neighbor's garden.

Darrow is different, true, but not by much. The city routinely throws ostensible impossibilities at them. This is just another one to add to the pile.

Though it is rather more personal than most impossibilities.

"There's an awful lot of impossible here," she points out, gently. "Enough that it doesn't have to be a disaster or a miracle." She reaches over to give Nina's shoulder an encouraging rub. "However he takes it, you know you're always welcome here."