[He does not know yet if he will need it... but in case they ask, or it does prove required... he would have it. He could potentially get to an audience with the lady quicker, reunite with Shiva sooner...

That idea is the only thing on his mind now. Seemingly grateful, the spiral-shaped horns (well, one and a third horns, part of the right one seems to have been sliced off) bob in the air as the man? creature? bows slightly.]

Thank you.

[It occurs to him, a moment later,]

- I apologize. I do not remember my name, and cannot give you one in return.

[Shiva had called him "Teacher"... but he was not that to this man, and so, he has nothing. But it does not bother him. There are other things to concern himself with.]

But I will pass on the message.