[Kyrie is nothing if not patient. It's a virtue she's cultivated over the years, which has certainly made some aspects of her relationship with her partner run that much more smoothly (particularly during the early days). She watches him softly, all the while letting her fingers skim up and down his arm until she comes to rest on his hand, which she turns her attention to threading her fingers through his. She's missed holding his hand, and she vows not to take it for granted again.

Some of what Nero is saying she's managed to piece together herself. Dante and Vergil being twins is probably the least surprising thing. Vergil himself had told her that he hadn't known about Nero's existence, so she nods at that, her face soft and accepting. The name of Nero's mother is new information, and she again files away the strange coincidence of her name to her own private amusement. There is nothing funny about any of this, and she doesn't want Nero to feel she might think that.

She gives his hand a gentle squeeze.]

Perhaps... we could look for your mother when we find our way home. Even if she's no longer in the city, we might be able to find out something about her, if you wanted to.

[She lifts his hand to her lips and kisses his knuckles.]

It's somewhere to start from.