Red can't help but look at Hermione, with those words. An odd silence hangs between them, and she has to clear her throat because it sounds rough. "Yeah. Something like that."

And... she doesn't seem to believe her. Or is struggling with it? It's entirely fair, honestly. They'd all thought Henry was just having some kid phase with all that talk about fairy tales and telling everyone who they were. The memory makes her grin, even if there's something bittersweet in it. "Imagine being a waitress and having a kid you've known since forever telling you that you're really Red Riding Hood." And a little huff of laughter. "And trying to get you to take up carrying a basket everywhere."

Still. Still, there are so many things to struggle with, here. So much she could (maybe should say), and she's got no clue where to start - or stop, for that matter. It's like a ball of yarn, and once you start pulling at it, all keeps rolling out. Or maybe the metaphor would work better with tangled headphones. No matter what you can do, it doesn't seem to get any better.
"It would be better if it wasn't," Red starts, trying to remember the way they'd all responded. "And we hadn't thought it was. And then we didn't think there'd be a way to break the curse, but... there was. Somehow it all fell into place." But her smile is a little rueful. "But magic is definitely something most people are wary of, I think. You hope and wish and dream about it, and sometimes the reality isn't what you hoped for."

With the work on her back seeming done, Red lets the blouse slip down lower again, before pulling the bodice back into place and tugging the strings tighter before she starts to tie it. "I'm glad you had the dittany, too. That stuff is amazing."