Her eyes widened a little at his choice of words, the lonely god, and their similarity to the truth of what she'd been.

"We aren't so different, are we?" she asked, some small understanding dawning again, each little piece of the puzzle almost but not quite clicking. "In my dreams the temple is filled to its limits, buzzing with life, and yet now I keep only the company of one lone follower who stays because he has nowhere else he would belong."

She remembered he'd said she left him, that they'd traveled together and then she'd left, and winced a bit internally at the cruelty of that, unintentional though it may have been. When she spoke again, it was careful and deliberate, but direct, her now-brown eyes unblinking in their certainty.

"I think I must have stayed for more than just your time ship."