Thank the Gods, she finally listened. His eyes followed her as she held up her hands and left the altar, finding her way back out again. He didn't take his eyes off of her, not trusting that she wouldn't attack the moment she was near enough to do so. With or without that brute strength. 

She muttered something in a language he didn't understand, and he blinked. It sounded like a prayer. An odd show of humanity. 

"It doesn't matter." He growled. "It's just like everything else, now, isn't it?" His gaze finally left her, looking back inside to the altar that reeked, even from here. The doors hadn't been opened, air hadn't gotten in or out. The whole chapel smelled thickly of rot, blood, and fear. 
Whatever she could sense, he wasn't surprised. 

"Whatever you're looking for, it's long gone. I am the only thing left here, and I have no desire to help you chase your ex lover across the desert. Clearly, he has moved on. You should try it."