She was quiet in arrival, stepping into the scene as Elsweyr left it. Good. She didn't want to get snippy. Asmodeus was already about to go like a bomb around anyone. What did they do? Should she tell? Her own electricity, white and gold, sparked across her wings. "Law is merciless. Your father is alive." Be grateful. Her face was cold and emotionless as she stared at Jor. They kept their promise. There was no reason for her to feel - not for Jor, at least. But she worried about the children. Asmodeus, specifically.