[ ...Oh. She doesn't know why, but. She feels both sad and troubled when he says that she shouldn't regard him as human. Ophilia isn't a philosopher, and she has never actually thought hard about what makes one human or not, instead preferring to focus on helping all who need it regardless if they are human or not (or even if they are evil or benevolent). ]

We humans are... fragile. [ She eventually says with a brief, fleeting smile. ] And if it is your duty to protect and assist us, I am sure that those of us humans in your world are especially grateful to you. I know I am, for just having met you. [ She voices her thoughts slowly, raising her eyes to search his face. He always wears that blindfold (or visor?), and she's not quite sure why he does. But even with it on, it's rather surprising she can pick out the different tones in his voice, the subtle shifts in his expression even as he claims to not be human. ]

In that case, perhaps you are more akin to guardian spirits rather than golemns. [ Who are so much stronger than humans in every which way. She rocks on her heels for a moment, thoughtful. ] Like our protectors, there for us when we are in need, for we are so fragile and fallible in comparison.