Right there and then, Leo knew his initial judgment had been correct - as it usually was. Twenty-four words would have been the right amount for Nya Winters. A small part of him had hoped, perhaps, that she could at least try to look at things from his point of view, but that had been pure delusion on his part. There was literally no-one on Mizahar who would understand. No matter how hard he rationalized that fact, he had seen a glimmer of hope with Nya, perhaps because she was so different and removed from the people he smelled daily in Syliras.
She said nothing, which Leo knew did not suit her. He was an observant man, as would be expected of one who took in all evidence before judging another. He was careful, and methodical. He tried to be fair and impartial. He knew - had known for a long, long time - that inside him was something that just craved destruction. A lesser man would have yielded to that nature, but not Leo. He had built a complicated moral system around that craving, only dispensing his wrath to those who actually deserved to see it. He was not expecting anyone to be thankful to him, but he had done the best he possibly could. He had a monster inside, but it was a monster that served a higher purpose, and because of that it was an acceptable monster. It wasn't always easy, even though he made it seem so. Sometimes the monster roared louder, and was harder to ignore, but Leo had always been true to his own rules, and he was proud of that. Nya would likely never understand it, because she was blessed with a gift Leo would never have. Nya could find her peace... he couldn't.
He noticed the way she created a larger gap between them, and wondered if she wanted to run or simply walk away in disgust. Both were predictable ways out, and quite understandable as well. "I do not wish to force my presence on you when it's obviously unwanted," he said quite simply. "I can point you to others you'll find far more agreeable and who will help you with your shopping. Their honesty, I can guarantee. You will be safe." If Leo approved of them, she certainly would be safe. He had no wish to aggravate her with his presence, and even though he had seen very little of her that didn't involve skin, he could tell she was a good woman. Young - it showed in everything she did - impulsive, feral, probably confused by her own nature, but unable to carry the burden of sin.
Tomorrow... no, one bell from now, she would be happy again. That was an impressive gift in Leo's mind, one that surpassed any power the beastmen of Mizahar may possess.
But really, he should have been expecting this. It was always the same script. There was but one person who had known Leo and not hated him. Nya was not meant to become the second, apparently. Ironically, she was far better at blending with humans than he was; wherever he went, he only managed to make opponents and enemies with his unforgiving ways. It was dangerous, and he knew it was not a matter of whether he'd be killed eventually; just a matter of when and by who. He was the kind of monster who'd risk his life to protect a perfect stranger if he felt it was the right thing to do. "The world is full of bastards you won't like. Not all of them will step aside as I am offering to. What will you do then?"