"As Dragonborn," she states. 

This is... A lot. To take in. 

Mother says the gods see more than mortals, so they're usually right. She probably did not intend for this to include Talos, but since he exists it must also apply. Though. Mother thinks Talos doesn't exist, so maybe she's wrong about them being right? Maybe he's just wrong this time. Idhris really doesn't want to believe that the Council would do something so terrible as this - the Aldmeri Dominion are meant to be saviours, protectors of the lesser races, not conniving conquerors! 

 "This is... this can't be right!" She exclaims, shakig her head, "The council... they'd never go against an Aedra! They'll believe you, if I bring them here and you talk to them, they'll stop-" 

A vision - no, visions - unfolds before her.

The desecration of shrines.

The desecration of worshippers.

The faithful kneeling, Talos' name on their lips in their last moments.

The faithful who cannot even kneel, suffering even now.

Glimpses of a war for the sake of establishing power.

When she comes out of it, she has to turn to make sure she doesn't throw up on the statue.

Those images- the-the executions! The torture! The atrocities committed in the Imperial City- the massacre of Rihad- that was her mother-

She sobs into her hands, trying to reconcile what she has seen with everything she thought she knew. 

"I am sorry, child, that the world is not kinder."

"I-I... How could they do such things?" She asks bleakly, "How could they..." 

She takes some time to compose herself, wiping at her face with her hands to try to erase the evidence of tears. What would Mother think- but Mother- 

Lady Arannelya Aldmeri betrayed the House of Aldmeri to the Thalmor council. She assisted them in assassinating her parents, grandparents, and elder sister. With her help they destroyed the Summerset Isles and built Alinor in their place. Idhris already knew all of this, but she saw it differently, before this. A visionary casting off the yoke of foolish rulers, freeing the Altmer from Imperial rule. Now... Murderer, Kinslayer, Kingslayer. Butcher of Rihad, a betrayer who seeks only greater and greater power. 

And all the Council are like this. 

She takes a shaky breath.

"What am I to do?"

"Learn. Become strong. Take up your mantle as Dragonborn, when the time comes."

"Help."

She looks down. Grits her teeth. Looks up. Nods. 

"Geh. I will."