He still hasn't said anything to really convince her that he's not a god in the sense of what she considers a god, except maybe the part where he's willing to descend. That, admittedly, doesn't sound much like a god, though she's never given any thought to the question of whether a god can descend and become mortal.

It's clear he's trying to be helpful and explain how it really does work, but the foreign words just bring a blush of embarrassment to her illusion's cheeks as they register as yet more she doesn't understand in this world. "Right," she says. "Brainwaves. Evolution. Of course."