Lup doesn't falter under their heavy gaze, but it does keep her quiet. Kinda puts things into perspective. A lifetime long and burdened enough to make even a god tired is pretty impressive, even if it still doesn't beat the kinda scope that the whole 'the fate of every planar system in reality rests on your success' is on, so she's good here.

"I guess that makes sense? I'm not a cleric or anything but I guess the gods I'm familiar with only sleep if they've like, lost all their followers, if nobody believes in them anymore. Which is kinda what Newt said happened to the folks around here, actually?" Her tone isn't accusing, bringing that up; she's still surprisingly respectful of the fact that this probably isn't really her business to snoop around in. She doesn't like it either, this isn't the sort of contentious advisory relationship she fought to have with them, it's too personal. But what she felt made it personal and she needs some answers.

And it does make her wonder what came first. "I mean... did something wipe them out while you were asleep? Or... or were you tired because you lost your stories?"