"Don't worry, I'll find you. I tend to stay pretty mobile, but that way I can get the lay of the land and find food. I'll keep checking in with you and see what I can bring for you, okay?"

There was something terribly sad about the lobster-thing's eagerness for a friend, and something just as sincerely well-meaning, that Guy found himself wondering if this might wind up a lot more sincere than just an arrangement that prevented his head from getting snipped off.