As he stood there, he began to examine Naro. It was quite obvious that she feared him, or at least the god he worshipped. "The world is a terrible place, girl, filled with murderers, thieves....and people like myself. It is far from sunshine and rainbows, no matter how much one could wish that it was."
Upon noticing her press a hand to her chest, Krenth remembered something important. He had to renew his healing spell, lest the wound return. "Narophne, I suggest you prepare yourself. My healing abilities, though they can patch up most wounds, are only temporary. I must re-cast the spell upon you, unless you want your chest to rip open again."
He held out his left hand, offering to heal her. Though her cooperation was preferred, it was by no means necessary. However, he paused once he realized what he had done. Normally he would have healed her immediately, without warning, regardless of her feelings. And yet, he did not. What was it about this girl? It was....odd, to say the least.
"I see no further use for this room if you will not take a weapon. Once the spell has been renewed, we must move on. Clothes and supplies." His voice was stern, though not commanding or unfriendly. He would wait for her to be ready, get the things they needed, then leave this place. After that, he did not know what would happen next. Perhaps they could return to the ruins of his temple, or maybe search for any of the cultists in his sect who survived the fire.