"Mayhap it was, if there was joy to be found, however briefly. Such moments should be cultivated." Even among mortals, as sad as they were. Perhaps moreso given how few they'd be able to enjoy in their short lives. "...Marrow the vegetable or marrow the cracked bone?" Honestly he really doesn't know which to expect, foreign magic could have very unusual results and he wasn't about to dismiss anything as a possibility.

A plant that grew marrow bones sounded perfectly plausible.

And then Myr spins a creation tale like most. A god stands alone, grows bored, and shapes reality around It by word or gesture. The truth of them was ultimately irrelevant, there was much study to be found in another culture's myths.

Lahabrea doesn't actually say anything, but there's a low noise of encouragement that goes along with a gesture Myr wouldn't be able to see anyway - continue.