Arthur suppressed a small smile at the man's counter offer, not more money but supplies for the lady.  For such a short acquaintance he seemed to deeply cared for her, but was he playing the part of concerned partner or does he genuinely care?  Maybe the girl's magic had some kind of emotional gravity, or the man could just be desperate for a way out.  The girl though was more of a concern, she took a shock when Arthur mentioned gods.  Not of fan of deities, he'd need to figure out if it was for all or a specific sect.  But that was for later, for now he needed to make sure she didn't slip away.  And the man had offered him some fresh bait after all.<br/><br/>"Of course, a healer needs supplies to work her gifts, spirits curse me if I didn't remedy her lack there of."  A bit of a risk mentioning spirits in this part of the country, most beliefs here didn't approve.  But if the girl disliked gods, spirits may be more her liking.  "And I do not travel in a caravan, I have no company but me and my horses.  Used to be ruffians would leave a man like I alone, but they seem to become desperate in these times."  Arthur softened his tone, less aloof priest more wise mentor.  As he spoke he raised his right hand to his chest, pressing his fingers to one of his symbols.  A minor god of truth and trust, worshiped by those who dwelled in this land before man, a silent prayer for friendship to help sweeten his words.  "If these are you're terms I will happily abide the lady's decision."