Her brows furrow. She isn't sure what he means about denying him anything, but that's not unusual. Sometimes, she's almost as literal as the angels she's met.

His comment about not doing things makes her cheeks heat and she stares at the ground. Her feet scuff along the rock for a moment. "Sometimes, humans don't do something, or stop doing something, because they were told it was an imposition to others. And they've no wish to be a bother."

She's lived most of her life, trying to stay in the shadows, to stay out of the way. Brigid doesn't need the spotlight, nor does she want it.