You don't, exactly: you cut the conversation with Lidia short so you can tell Abby what has happened first.

"Shush, both of you." You command curtly. "Lidia, understand that this will be a time of trials for you and your faithful, a battle arose amongst the gods with an abomination beyond mortal ken from ancient days before the world was finished which broke free of it's prison today; I have been sore-wounded in that battle, and the sudden rush of experience you received was part of my-own stores of power granted in reward for my aid in the battle, delivered to you and the others to preserve myself lest it burn in my wounds and bring me to Deresolution. You will, for a time, be almost on-your-own, I can only contact you briefly in this way: be strong of heart and devout of faith; this trial too, shall pass-away and rot to slime before the ending of all things." You explain, and the page flips back to Abby.

"Do you understand now, My prophetess?" You ask Abby.

"Not really, my lord." She replies and you sigh inwardly.

"My number of direct worshipers that draw power from my sphere has risen to four, including you and your slave-concubine; the other two are far from here; and due to how I was wounded in that battle, the core of me that survived is literally trapped inside you; thus, you hear when I speak directly to them in a way you couldn't do a few hours ago, only when I spoke to you. For this reason, I command that you remain silent briefly while I contact the fourth and final member of my clergy directly to give a similar speech to her on the matter, and, after that; I will return to address your congregation through your mouth as promised." You explain.

"I hear and obey, my lord." Abby responds, and again the pages flip, to the marker for [Ratie Herarat McRattington, the Insatiable Lady of the Drupal Forest]...