Minerva bit her lip from complaining that he really didn't answer her question. She wished she could be as confident as Greg was but with the little colt in her arms, all Minerva wanted to do was shelter it away from anything else that might harm it. Including uncertainties and other unicorns.
She would have to trust Greg's judgment, though Minerva swore silently if anything happened to the colt she would raise holy hell and make him personally responsible.
"Yeah. Dad would sometimes tell me stories about Minerva McGonagall and what it was like to be her student when he was young. I think she would have seen me more often than she cared to - in detention," Minerva said with a sardonic smile.
"Can...can I come with you to Hogwarts? Just so I know that he's safe there or I'll just worry about him all night and won't get any sleep," she said, looking up at Greg with pleading eyes.