He hadn't exactly expected to see her. He'd assumed she'd feel him, send out one of her priestesses perhaps (with the message of what in the world are you thinking), before coming out and asking what he was doing there.
He'd only just arrived, enough time to find a place to crash for the night and to make himself comfortable on the parking lot, and already he'd gotten a reaction. When she stepped out he straightened on the bike, worried beyond anything of how pale she looked. The wrongness of it all frightened him to his bones (without her he was nothing, without her he'd set the world on fire), and he frowned. He had half a mind to cross the street, grab her shoulders and usher her right back into that temple, odd looks or not, and deposit her in her bed. He'd stand guard too.
With a curse he held ran his hand through his hair. He'd promised himself that he'd wait. This was her domain and that she would have the deciding rule of whether or not he crossed this border into it. But seeing her like this, even the hardest bastard would go to her.
He set the bottle down and turned his bike off, crossing the street with calm strides. He hoped that she would see he had kept everything he'd brought there. That he only wanted to assure himself she was okay, would be okay. He stopped a good few paces before her, even though he wanted to grab her and dump her into her bed. He didn't though, and just looked at her.
"You should be resting." He wasn't pleased at himself, at the damned Snake. This is what everything had caused her, and it pained him.