This reminds me of what Socrates said when he and his friends agreed to take turns praising Eros, the god of love:

“…how foolish I had been in consenting to take my turn with you in praising love, and saying that I too was a master of the art, when I really had no conception how anything ought to be praised. For in my simplicity I imagined that the topics of praise should be true, and that this being presupposed, out of the true the speaker was to choose the best and set them forth in the best manner. And I felt quite proud, thinking that I knew the nature of true praise, and should speak well. Whereas I now see that the intention was to attribute to Love every species of greatness and glory, whether really belonging to him or not, without regard to truth or falsehood … Farewell then to such a strain: for I do not praise in that way; no, indeed, I cannot.”
—Socrates, Plato’s Symposium

Aw Maitea, you made things worse. Then again, this is a mental tangle Kyra would have to unravel and solve anyway.