"Then you are still merciful where they were happy to let me rot." She corrects, firm.

Thinks on the tale, about a poor man who helps a beggar, and the beggar became a God. This man would probably turn away his blessings, even when they were plied upon him.

"I trusted you, even when you didn't understand, and you did not fail me. If I knew nothing else about you, I know that now."

Too little, too late. She'd be fond of him for that alone, and like all actions, it could not be undone.