Contained in a much taller cup than the shot glass containing liquid flame, Lammy decided to take up the beer first before tackling that liquor again. A bit more refreshing than the devilwater, he didn't hesitate to take a few generous gulps of the stuff. He did slow however, as he watched Lily show a bit of fear. It was clear he wasn't as connected to the gods as she was (he was a casual worshipper, at best), but he could imagine how such news could impact an individual who relied on such an otherworldly entity as their main source of power. As Crissie offered the group lodging at the Jester, and Lily spoke up, he offered comfort the best way he currently could. "You gonna be okay?" He was quiet as he asked, placing a consoling hand on her shoulder.