There was no question in her mind whether or not she would aid Rabastan and his mysterious faction once the Dark Lord died. Even the thought of knowingly and deliberately creating a situation where her son could become a victim of their violence simply because he was the son of an enemy stoked a fire in her blood. Yes, Rabastan might have claimed that he wouldn't allow any harm to come to her son, but she didn't trust him. Not as far as she could throw him without magic. The man was slimy and unpredictable. She was better off trusting the fate of her son to a venomous viper.