“I will free your sister,” said Dionysus, and Ariadne met her gaze. “If you promise not to stay in that maze.” Ariadne hesitated. He wasn’t sure if it was because she was surprised by his request or if she was frustrated by what his words implied. Finally, she spoke. “I promise.” Her voice was too quiet, too hesitant. It made him think that she did not even trust herself to face the maze, but he supposed they would all find out.
