The room was dead silent.
Every pair of eyes stared wide at Mika.
Zora's skeletal jaw unhinged, clacked once on the floor, and stayed there.
Even Pip let out a surprised ascending "Beep-boop?"
Vuvi blinked. "I'm sorry… can you repeat that?"
Mika, still as a statue, her eyes sharp and gleaming with celestial knowledge, crossed her arms. "What I'm about to tell you doesn't leave this room. Not to the public. Not to the church. Not even to the Maiden Mother herself."
The air got thick. Penelo gulped. Sera gave a solemn nod. Veena raised her pinky in the air like a vow. Even Zora reached down and reattached his jaw, clicking it into place grimly.
Mika exhaled. "In heaven… we called it 'breastmilk' as a joke. Mostly. Kind of." Her stoic face cracked into a smirk. "Though… if the rumors about the Great Mother are true—"
Vuvi leaned in.
