The Lord of Shades lifts their head, still under the water, just enough for their own eight eyes' glow to be distinct from the richness of Soul. Grimm is a black-red blur somewhere to the side.

They are...somewhat assured. And somewhat frustrated. They're looking for an answer to a question they can't ask. But--they really are busy, and the Ritual is something they can put on pause. They can observe the Troupe more later; mask and Myla are higher priority.

Sent very carefully: they are grateful he thinks so, but still, that was not their full query. Does Grimm want to?