His heart (and he does have one - demonic though it may be) fills with love for his wife that her issue is having to lie about her deed. He remembers the way she rushed up to him when he looked over the body of her dead sister without fear, with only the knowledge it was wrong that he should be there. She screamed as if she was feral. She rushed at him in all her fury, in her form which did not have access to so many of her powers. It was as if she could not handle the wrongness of it, and of course, she could not.

The goddess of fury and vengeance could do nothing else even if she could not remember it.

There is even a soft smile on his face as he looks at her, which briefly reveals his fondness for her reasoning.

"I wish you did not have to lie about it. It was the right choice to make, but you saved a young girl from having to make a sacrifice in his stead. Mortals truly become unreasonable when they hold too much faith in false miracles."

In false beliefs. Even in the Shifting Isles this was true - so much like life with its hatred and fear of witches, demons.