"Perhaps," Camael mused. Perhaps she would help him. Maybe, just maybe, it could mean they'd be one step closer to ending the war that had plagued the world. Perhaps if she was able to find a way to offer him what he needed, she'd find a cure for the darkness that had made its root in the city as well. She held on to those hopes, those possibilities, with a level of optimism that she normally didn't have. Had her long times with Kristiel made her akin to the young angel? No, that couldn't be it. Maybe it was just some blind hope guiding her, or maybe this was the Creator speaking to her; lifting her heart and telling her that she'd be able to find a way. If anyone would, it was her.

With that in mind, she nodded to Abaddon with confidence that she lacked before. "I am willing to do all I can."