Oh, Myr would get possessed and no mistake were he to naively try such a thing, and he meets Lahabrea's warning with a wry laugh. It's enough to snap him out of his momentary melancholy, at least. "Truly, messere; if there's another truth behind the spirits we don't know, it's likely one I'd be better off finding through other sources than the principles himself."

Too bad he can't read anymore!!

There's a rustle of foliage and a hush of cloth on cloth as he gets up and feels his way to the next patch of squashes that require harvesting. Some creature makes a querulous noise in the background. "Maker's breath." Openly said, this time. "Are there any of those folk from your own world here--the sort who'd fight if given the chance?"

Is Lahabrea in imminent danger of getting murdered for what he had been now that he's not?

...And then, not because he doesn't know the answer but because he wants to see how his assumptions line up with what Lahabrea would say: "And for what reason?"