[ She seems uneasy. Well, it's not like he can blame her for that. ]

No, [ --he replies gently (or as gently as a monster with a voice like gargling gravel can be), shaking his head. ] I will wait for my god here. That is the will of Heaven.

[ Her offer was kind, though. He'll remember her face, and her kindness. Perhaps his god will permit him to aid her in some way in the future? That would be a blessing! ]

...You don't have to stay. I know I frighten you.