The sight of the kitten darting off inside gets a soft laugh out of Arthur, surprisingly gentle despite... everything, really.

"N-no, she's fine, really. Let her make herself at home."

To the rest of it, though, his expression twists a little, already tired.

"I'm not magical myself, but I'm familiar with... gods, and- cult groups, that sort of mindset. Things like the Darkwalker. I'm a private investigator, back home, it came with the territory."