She grabs a piece with her currently-clean(er) hand and holds one out. "There's p-plenty to share, haha!" There really is. Sight unclear, she can still feel the weight on her lap where Grimmchild's squirmed out of the way.

Myla nods a little. She'd nod more if that wouldn't tip the container on the floor. That's a funny way of putting it, but she gets it! She was afraid. Terrified, even. But they helped her out so much after, and they owned up to their mistake! She knows plenty of miners who could've learned that themselves.

And now, she's being asked about Godseeker.

Myla hums. "Um. She's..."

There's a long pause as she loses herself, comes back, and still isn't sure what to say.

"...She's, um...w-well. What mixed messages did you g-get?"