[Well, okay, so maybe Mia won't win the Miss Spirits Liaison award of the year quite so quickly, but she definitely can sense the change in the Mother of Faces' demeanour as she mulls over Mia's many questions. She offers a gentle smile to her, glad to see her decision, even if it isn't a final answer.

[Though she can't help but be surprised by the words "an Avatar." Shouldn't it be "the Avatar"? Oh Mia, you sweet winter child.]

That is the most I could hope for. [Her words are as soft as the Mother's, and she looks up at her reverentially.] I cannot promise that you will find the city—or even everyone—entirely agreeable. But, at the same time, I can certainly hope that you will have a renewed faith in humankind.