"When it's no longer fun, we'll stop." Mostly satiated with this response, Melinoë returns to tending to the task at hand. It wouldn't be painful to break things off with the mage, her being aware of the depth of their relationship. Not that the Goddess is incapable of developing feelings towards others, human, demi-, and so on, and if given enough of an in, if she put in the effort, Mel could come to care more deeply for Merlin. As it stood, she cared just enough about his well-being.

"I would offer to help experiment, but it's obvious that would prove fruitless." She looks at Merlin to offer a sympathetic shrug. "With no one worshiping me or making offerings here, I remain just as baseline as the day we all arrived."