They nod. It doesn't matter that much if two friend of theirs don't get along; they would prefer it, but they know forcing it from the outside isn't needed. It's why they wrote as much. They're close to that with the Nailmasters, after all. Allied with Deepnest and the Mantis Tribe both.

They just don't think that's a concern. Myla's been kind to them nearly the whole time they've known her, and the few times she wasn't were under extreme duress where she wasn't herself.

Under his gaze, they're still.

A little too still, they realize, and make their body relax into their natural tiny fidgets.

It wouldn't be mundane to me. should you ever want to. It isn't as though they'd know what to ask, other than tearing ugly truths to light that might not need to be. They wryly gesture around the room. I don't even know what a house should have.