( Her concern, quite frankly, makes him even more suspicious. Why in the name of the Gods would she be worried about him? It's clear enough she doubts his ability to see her out of here, to take her North like he'd offered, and so what value does he have to the littlest bird? What is she expecting of him, what does she mean to take from him? Is it as simple as wanting a strong sword at her side for the oncoming troubles everyone keeps running their fucking mouths about?

If that's the case, then it's a motivation he can tolerate easily enough. He's used to being needed for his capacity to do harm. But the thing is, he'd already offered that for free, and so this bribery is unnecessary.

Something to ponder over. Something to try and discern. He won't get hung up on it now.

At the request, his eyes flicker over her again, a frown on his lips. He debates sitting, debates taking up the bench beside her, but refrains again, for the moment. Mayhaps he will, in a bit, if he doesn't run her off first. )

I got them looking after your sister. They were worse, last I remember. I should be dead. Instead, I woke up in this shithole. If this is meant to be the afterlife, I know a good handful of septons who'll be shitting themselves soon enough.

( But he doubts that to actually be the case — after all, she's here. He chooses to operate under the assumption that she is not dead. )