She blinks up at Zenithral, and some of her fire starts to return to her eyes. "No, I don't want to go to Avernus. It was Belhifet's contract that made me lose hope I could ever be your mother. Once ownership passed to him I never saw you again until Dorn's Deep. I believed it was for the best, I believed in his cause because if I didn't..." Her clenched fists shake for a moment, then she stills.
"I- I don't know if I believe you, about Ilmater. I don't know if I belong with him... But... he took- takes- care of you. And he takes care of Madae, who takes care of Isair. That's enough. I can give him another chance for that. I can take his second chance for that."
She pulls her black feathered cape from her shoulders and tosses it aside. "Yes. I am willing."