Asmodia doesn't have any words left.  She sits on the thicker grass and stares down at her hands.  Nothing is hurting her.  She isn't being forced to do anything.

The thought occurs to her that this is actually a lot more pleasant than Cheliax, and Raise Dead requires her consent.

...that would be why the part about 100 years, maybe, it's - so she doesn't just stay here - but then why 100 years and not 1 week - she doesn't understand - but Asmodia guesses that she's supposed to go back and, do something, somehow, to earn the rest of her reprieve or at least her nonexistence or something - for who, who's her sponsor, how she's supposed to work for them if she doesn't know -

What was she wrong about?

Asmodia doesn't have any words left.  She sits on the thicker grass and stares down at her hands.  Nothing is hurting her.  She isn't being forced to do anything.

The thought occurs to her that this state of affairs is more pleasant than Cheliax, and Raise Dead requires her consent.

...that would be why the part about 100 years, maybe, it's - so she doesn't just stay here - but then why 100 years and not 1 week - she doesn't understand - but Asmodia guesses that she's supposed to go back and, do something, somehow, to earn the rest of her reprieve or at least her nonexistence or something - for who, who's her sponsor, how she's supposed to work for them if she doesn't know -

What was she wrong about?