"I was looking for riches! I d-didn't...find those. B-b-but that's fine!" She doesn't really want to think about what she found. "What's there for you?"

The Knight lightly stiffens at the first part, and relaxes at the last. They also don't want her to think about what she found. (There are still pieces of shining pink scattered by Dirtmouth's wind across its dry soil.)