Not inclined to speak in any means necessary, she merely jutted her arms out and yawned impatiently, before pointing to Ibril. Her nod indicated in that direction that he, the corpseless man, take Ibril and head back to the Judecca stronghold.
Being that she did not talk and were she to do so, he would not listen [it was just the curious matter of how she worked], a set of psychological instructions would be imprinted just on the outer shell of his mind, well within his reach, so that he may read and perhaps follow.
It started a little like this.
Hello, undead one. Please take my steed Ibril, and guide him back out of the Portal World, and into the Malebolge once more. Once there, feel free to dismount and continue as you please. But if you do wish to have your mind examined, then head back into Antenora, and speak with Vincent Mordikai. Tell him you wish to have your mind laid out for examination, and that Belial has ordered that he do so. Let us both hope that such an endeavor be beneficial to the both of us. For now, I must leave you.
With that, Belial prepared for another form of transportation. Her hands raised back overhead, and flung forward, fingers out like a magician displaying his aspect of 'Abracadabra!' but rather than bunnies in a hat, out roared the flaming comet from the sky, crash-landing beside Ibril in a spark of hellish fire and brutish strength. When the smoke had cleared, a giant stallion stood before Belial, neighing politely, [as it stood in thin air, neither on the Gazebo or platform].
As she waited for one second, to wave goodbye to the deathless one, she allowed a polite smile, as she reached over and leapt the horse, drawing from the scabbard on its side, an onyx blade, which shown brilliantly, even in this world that was so absolved of light. A swift kick to the side, and Belial had charged into the darkness of the void, disappearing, and leaving the Deathless one to his own devices.