[Concerned though she is, a smile appears briefly on Minfilia's lips.]

Forgive my inclination toward helpful but unseen forces.

[Help she gets all the time, though most often unwanted and unsought, but never truly unnecessary...]

Let us suppose it is fear. Do they fear the power of whatever slumbers in these caverns because it once threatened them? Or because they imprisoned it, or their kind in times lost, and now they shrink from retribution?