"No dying," he agrees, then sighs.

"Look. This whole place... I don't like it. Never have, doubt I ever will. But that ain't your fault, and you've been nothing but decent to me since we met. I figure if I'm too picky to deal with anything but totally ordinary, I'd better just lock myself in my room and drink, because this is where I am. Wishing it different doesn't do anyone any good. And it's no more your home than it is mine."

Just because she was outside his experience, didn't mean he had to lump her in with the rest of Baedal. She's a refugee here too.