He would have told her--the truth, being that he had no idea--but she stopped him, and just...plowed through. Without fear, without trepidation, he watched the grief and anger and confusion struggle to claim hold of her as she asked for a timeline. That was more normal, at least...that was, at least, something he understood.

"You got seven days, and the wrong damn idea 'bout what I do." he replied, the tiniest hint of his drawl seeping through. "I don't come to flaunt my claim or drag a soul to the Pit, little mage--I bring comfort in the warning. Ain't often a body gets the chance to wrap things up 'fore they go...settle their affairs, make their peace. Gives you time to say goodbye...and I will offer whatever help I can, s'long as you agree to come with me at the end."