"You may stay if you want, but..." The crone's hand lifted, and one of the lit candles fell. Another lit candle fell, and then another. Eventually the cleanser she'd used caught fire.
"I do not think you want to. You can die now, little man." She started to walk away, as if whatever was happening behind her was nothing. She ignored the fire as it started to dance across the floor and up the walls. The smell of burnt flesh from the dead things that were littered about the room rose. Things were dead, and if he stayed behind, there would be one more.
"I would suggest you leave." She continued to walk away. "If you ever want to be set free, you will want to remain alive."