Oh, it was really rattling around in there, wasn't it? The fear. Ahri seldom met people like this; outside her recent adventures she stuck to the wilderness, for the most part. And in this particular respect traveling to Bilgewater hadn't changed much: just like the trackless wilds, it attracted humans who had either fine-tuned their survival instincts, or completely taken leave of them. This was more like a deer, or a hare, or, yes, a rat.

"It is quieter. More comfortable. But nothing lives here. If you want to search for the treasure... or ever see food again... you need to head back."

Not quite 'follow me if you want to live', but only because she wanted to see if the girl would reach for that on her own.