Dot nods.
"That's certainly a possibility, although that posits one or more deities who not only know more about our quest than our own goddesses, and a direct pipeline of information from those gods to their worshippers. If that's the case, then it becomes likely, then, that the people who know the most about our secret mission are in fact complete strangers worshipping other gods."
Clyde shuffles forward and snuffles at the would-be assassin's remains. Dead? Dead.
Dot shivers a bit, and continues.
"Well, ah, it seems that you've got the situation well in hand. I should go...find my clothes. Want me to take Stabby here with me?"