Lyin', downplayin' it, put it any way you want but it means the same thing.
[He's smiling slightly, though, like he understands at least part of what she meant (not entirely, never that, because he'd say he's not better than that, or more that she's not worse -- whenever she lied, or hid things, it was for a reason, even if the reason was her being afraid).]
... yeah. [He pauses, looking around for a moment, stalling for time; he feels strangely hesitant about what he's about to tell her.] So, when you left, I... well, I thought your things shouldn't just be left there. So if you want 'em back, I can go get 'em for you.
[He took them from the hut she was living in, packed all the important things and made sure they didn't disappear -- a foolish hope, maybe, that she'd come back, or maybe he just couldn't bear the idea that her things would remain there, untouched, uncared for.]