[He'd known that Temenos had lost the Pontiff, whom he'd said was the closest thing he felt to family. Beelzebub wonders, dimly, if that's who the cleric means, or if there had been something else. But... this doesn't feel like the time to pry so deeply.

So he nods, a gentle motion as he keeps Temenos close.]

Mn. Lilith was my sister. I'd... like you to know about her.

...And I'd like to know about you. [He lets go of that grip, only to run his hand back to the side of his head, to card his fingers into Temenos's hair.] Your travels, and the Pontiff... and what makes your doubt hurt you.