"The Grand High Priestess has already told you that the improbability of your entanglement with Keltham and its escalation bespeaks the intervention of something with at least a shattered fragment of prophecy; tropes, or Nethys, but nothing else known to us. We are hoping that Asmodeus is aware of this, benefiting from it, we are frightened and unsure, but do not wish to smash whatever this is while it continues. If, indeed, it can be smashed by anything at all short of our Lord's direct intervention, when it holds a fragment of prophecy and we do not."
"Only Aspexia Rugatonn is authorized to wholly reshape or destroy your feelings for Keltham, should that seem the wisest way. I am not."
Jacint reaches out a hand then, and strokes Carissa's cheek. "But if you have reached the point where you are feeling guilty, and knowing yourself worthy of punishment, out of your own faith," she says gently, knowing exactly how much fear she must be causing, but aiming to make it more than simple fear, "then I think I would be remiss in denying that to any faithful Asmodean. Is there any transgression you've committed, about which you've come to so feel?"