"So you leave strangers to die alone out here often?" He asked slowly, warning bells ringing in his head. Surely there had to be some sort of actual civilization around here. Though if what this woman, this creature really, was saying was any indication it was entirely possible that they don't take well to strangers. Something else she said raised a red flag in his head. That he would have to part from his companion.
While he didn't really know the young Roc he knew that she was for sure the only thing that didn't want him dead. That knowledge alone caused some kind of attachment to his companion. As he thought about it, a high, feminine voice sounded in his head.
Go with her. I can always find you. If you require my aid, pray to our father.
'You can talk!' He thought wildly, he knew of few creatures capable of telepathy and Rocs weren't one of them. Though being that she was somehow a divine Roc might have something to do with it.
Of course I can. We are both servants in our father's brilliant radiance. Now go Garret Llewellyn. 'Tis safer with them then roaming about these wilds.
With that Garret allowed the woman to grasp his hand. "Very well, take me where you will."