[She'd almost be smug hearing that voice, if the situation was different. Now it was serious, in the light of a sincere crisis, and Flare only could manage a slight smirk. Who better to take down a god?]

She dies.

[Flare's expression then hardens after that agreement, wings tucking tight against her.]

I'd honestly much rather let her erupt from the inside out - let those souls she's apparently absorbed burst out of her like parasprite larva yearning to break free. Then, the only one to be lost is the creature that caused it all.