Her head tilts a little at the shift in tone, and she thinks back to their earlier conversation in the Nexus. Even then, the demon had expressed concern over his patient's distrust and pessimism. "Yes, you mentioned that earlier... I'm honestly surprised that it hasn't convinced him." She bites her lower lip in consternation. This is the same man who courted the approval of Great Ones. He should have been over the moon to receive a piece of Abysa's soul. "Why do you think that is? When did he start acting so suspicious of your intentions?"

She takes a small sip of tea, concerned at what sort of punishment a Lord of Guilt would deem appropriate. "Honestly? I don't think he'd be put off. He's seen a lot of unpleasant things." But before she can dwell on this more, she's asked for her human perspective, and she spends a moment fitting her cup into the indent of the saucer just so while she thinks of a satisfying answer.

"I can only speak for myself," she begins. "But I would apologize and promise to do better. I'd..." She sighs. "I'd give Micolash the option of being put into someone else's care. I'd accept that punishment, but that would only be to ease my own mind. Trust and forgiveness... they take time."