She stares at him as if he'd just stated that the sky were blue. "Of course! He was my husband, and she was my mother," she snaps, impatiently. "Honestly, you've spent the last, what, three days here, and you don't even know one of the most basic tenants of our religion? I don't know if I should be more ashamed of you for not learning it, or my priestesses for not teaching you!" she rants. Everything he says only seems to be irritating her more. "You come to my temple, seduce and<em>impregnate</em>my priestesses, impersonate my<em>husband,</em>spin some wild story about ancient, forgotten beings, and having found my<em>mother, ALIVE,</em>and NOW you have the<em>nerve</em>to ask<em>me</em>for information." She gives an inarticulate scream of rage, and only vast amounts of self control are likely keeping her from blasting something, most likely him.