The room is dead silent.
Every pair of eyes stares wide at Mika.
Zora's skeletal jaw unhinges with a wet clack~, drops to the floor, and stays there.
Even Pip lets out a surprised, ascending beep-boop~
Vuvi blinks, pressing a hand to her ear. "I'm sorry... can you repeat that?"
Mika, still as a statue, her eyes sharp and gleaming with celestial knowledge, crosses 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 gets thick. Penelo gulps audibly. Sera gives a solemn nod. Veena raises her pinky in the air like a vow. Even Zora reaches down and reattaches his jaw, clicking it into place grimly.
Mika exhales. "In heaven, we called it 'breastmilk' as a joke. Mostly. Kind of." Her stoic face cracks into a smirk. "Though, if the rumors about the Great Mother are true—"
Vuvi leans in, breath held.
