[ well, her immediate reaction does give venus some hope - but when she mentions heaven, venus can't help but deflate a little. she bites her lip, and tries very hard to handle this better than she did with morgana. ]

I'm... not an angel. Sort of the opposite. [ a small, wan smile. ] Sorry. I know that probably doesn't help? But, um- if it helps, this isn't Hell. Or Limbo, or the afterlife, or- anything like that.

[ and then, because it's hard not to, she hesitantly offers: ]

...but if you're still okay with sewing something for me, I'd really love that? I, um. I don't have much to offer. Basically just alcohol.