"Well, of course the cultists are insane if they're reduced to kidnapping children and indoctrinating them in order to increase their numbers," Eiyre replies as though it's plain as day. "But I was wondering more what it is that they're teaching them as part of the indoctrination. I assume they didn't just throw them in some secure place just to ignore them and not talk to them. Even if it's just as simple as teaching them that this 'Master' is the end-all, be-all of deities and that they should lay down their lives to help him take over the world, that's still something that could be good to know."<br/><br/>At Keheksa's declaration that she wouldn't be fit for a "gift", Eiyre crosses her arms and pouts in an extremely childish manner. Even if she doesn't know what being "suitable" entails, being told she doesn't qualify sounds like an insult to her ears. "How would you know?" she mumbles to herself, loud enough that the others can hear despite the words sounding like they should belong to an internal monologue. "It's not like you agree with this Master anyway..."<br/><br/>This immature line of thought does lead her to at least one useful idea, though. Despite still looking put out, she asks, "So what's your gift, then?"