"Thank you." The crone's voice was soft. "I feel tired." It was a soft confession, one she wouldn't say to someone other than perhaps a particular man.
"And, you should collect debts, preacher man." She smiled as she stood. "You should add them in a roster, and keep them until you need them. You should do this because one day, you're going to need all the help you can get. What good will it be to have done so much good, and get nothing to show for it in return?" She leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"Although.." She was still leaned over as if she might kiss him again, this time on his lips. Her large eyes looking into his. "If you don't stop, you might alienate the ones who do love you for your humanity. That power can frighten, and fright leads to anger. Anger can get a man...or god killed." She rocked a little, standing slightly, so that she could press a kiss to his forehead before stepping away.
"You should slow down. Remember being the human, not the god. You're looking a little rundown." She gave him a wink and stepped back before turning and heading where she'd come from. Research. She had more to read, and she wasn't getting it done by helping out the cowboy god. Not that he asked for it, or even thought he might need it.