Focus, resistance, stuff like that.

[It's a rather fluffy answer, vague, accompanied by Maya's child-like attention to stepping on bigger stones. Is she listening...?

But after a pace or two more, Maya holds her hands behind her back and looks over her shoulder at Eve. Her dark eyes and soft smile are cryptic as ever, but in an attempt to be straightforward for once in a century, Maya prompts--]

I know what you went through in Labyrinthia, but... you do believe me, right? In like, spirits, and all that.

[One last check before she decides to commit her full heart to this or not.]