Thoughtfully, Mafyyil finishes her own muffin, which is frosted a suspiciously bright blue that she prefers not to think about, but which nevertheless is delicious. Usually, she would now remind Seyli of the importance of proper nutrition, and add a few appropriate lines of prayer, but ultimately decides against it - Seyli looks too tired, and anyway, it seems a bit hypocritical after eating almost certainly blasphemous pastry. "Actually", she begins. "I was going to clear my mind and just shoot some things, but I see you were doing something similar. Is this also about the saint's friend?" Mafyyil knows she has almost certainly phrased that wrong but is too confused by the whole situation to come up with a better wording.