He just shrugged at that, rolling his shoulders after the fact.

"I'm a god." he said simply. "Death god in particular, but I have...you might call 'em spheres of influence. Certain folks I prefer to look after, certain situations I'm well equipped to aid. For instance, I'm also the god of grief, and of loss."

He regarded her quietly, expression sobering.

"Both hang heavy 'round your neck, little soldier. Got inside...makes you mine to look after. Mine to aid."