In the wake of her outburst the quiet swelled like a sea that had ridden out the storm. Her final, biting words seemed to be the last of the winds spent. The stillness and the relative calm that came after only seemed to magnify what had been, but in the echo of it Ampere wasn't sure she had the strength left. So when Isopia said nothing, did nothing but as was asked, tension eased gradually from her body. She had just fought a god, had just nearly broken her heart, and now had wounded a friendship she needed (perhaps two if Mesec's demeanor was anything to judge), but he was whole and well and she felt loved for it.

"Yes," Ampere responded belatedly to her son, his words just now seeming to register as the dark bird flew away. "Let's," she said softly, pulling away from him by just the smallest amounts, as though loath to leave his side for very long ever again. Gaucho's words echoed the testament, but he was right too. Now that the fury and the fear had melted away she felt the ache, the one born of more than her heart. Ampere winced as her wings settled tighter against her back.

She glanced now, for the first time seeing him, to Gaucho as his fire wreathed them. She had not known it then, when he encased their boy, that he had the ability to heal. She had simply trusted him to do what was needed, but there was no doubting it now as her son stood before her breathing and of health. No doubting it as the flames gently warmed away the pulse of pain within her. Such an odd trait for a warrior like him to have, and she supposed it must be new because he had never offered it before. It seemed to suggest a change in him, and her lips wrestled a small smile for that.

"Thank you," she murmured as the fires fell away to the heatless ones that always licked his wings. Drawn to him, to the light perhaps, to the comfort definitely, she stepped towards him, muzzle extended in a quiet, brief touch towards his. Gratitude not just for the aid, but the words, the action behind them, and the child he'd given her twice now. She couldn't turn him away now, she never really could, not fully.

The starlight that had guided her from the flames she'd been burned by was forgotten beneath their overwhelming glow.

"Home," she affirmed as she continued to move on, nudging Zero with her.