Glinda slows with him and squeezes his hand, not quite sure what to expect as he starts. She nods slowly before tilting her head, breathing out a small 'oh?'.

It was a bit to process- that her life was a story to some people... or at least part of her life was. In a way it was almost comforting that he at least knew what Oz looks like, that there were some things he already knew. "Thank you for telling me," she finally manages with a small smile. "You don't have to feel bad, though. I can't imagine having to break that kind of news to someone."

It's probably just as awkward for him as it is for her. She brushes her hair from her face with her other hand and takes a deep breath. "I think... maybe tomorrow? We can talk about just how much of this story I'm in."

(Maybe all of it? She's nothing if not a star... Though, perhaps, that's the old her talking.)