"Kind of the same thing," she points out with an amused tone.

The promise is bittersweet. There are no gods, no hell to fight for her. Most of her life was spent drifting through the world, and now she doesn't even have a world to drift through. "I'd be where I'm most needed."

Just like last time; she didn't argue with him about her staying back to help with the wounded while he went to fight. She didn't like it, but she didn't argue. How selfish would it be to try and prioritize her feelings over the good of the group?

"It's not likely there'll ever be a need to do that anyway."