[This. This is the face of horror at the realization she's told Wriggle the equivalent of Santa Claus not existing.]

.....Uh. [Well, it was either commit to the truth or lie. And since she remembered what the girl thought of lies...]

Wriggle, I....ah...How do I put this? Mmm...The Tower is dying. If we don't fix it, we may all be in trouble...