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It's not that they're stupid, but their collective inexperience and lack of understanding on this whole matter... you might as well try explaining the orbit of the moon or the existence of bacteria to them, and they still wouldn't know what to make of it.
<span class="mu-s">"If you are some god, then how come we can do... well, this?"</span> one of the soldiers says, gripping your arm and pulling you off balance while you're healing him. An act which draws some ridicule and grumbling from the others, but gets a point across.
<span class="mu-r">"Why can I do <span class="mu-i">this</span>?"</span> you speak of your healing power, restoring his injuries, <span class="mu-r">"Or survive this?"</span> you further indicate to yourself, what would be mortal wounds for any person not to mention the arrows sticking from you without hindrance to your efforts.
<span class="mu-b">"Are those things that a prophet could not do?"</span> the paladin points out the obvious, something you don't have an answer to. Your focus had been on healing the other men, but by the time you reach Tyne to mend his wounds, you can tell he's taking this revelation of truth harder than the others.
More conversing and arguments among the soldiers. There surely is something greater about you, from your physical prowess and apparent inability to die, to your glowing eyes and... higher presence, that they seem aware of on an instinctual level. But besides all that, you remain a young human woman sitting right beside them, that they can reach out and physically touch. You talk to them, you walk the same ground as them, you experience emotions and live day to day like them. For these humans, their God and by extension "gods" (though they deny others existing) are something mighty and intangible that exists beyond this world. No doubt you are something awesome, but a god? If you could be mistaken for just another human among them?
<span class="mu-s">"...well, goddess or not... praise Zafira-"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"-Sedjet."</span>
<span class="mu-s">"-praise Sedjet, everyone!"</span>
By the time you've healed the last of them, and presented the case for your divinity to them, the men resume with their praise and thanks and try to show the respect they think you warrant. Looking to Sir Tyne, a noble knight, for how best to do it and lead their effort, all the men come to bow before you and all around you.
<span class="mu-r">"-no! No, get up! Don't you understand, I don't want this!"</span> you speak in alarm at their display, and annoyance from the intention and implication. Hastily you try to lift the closest men back to standing. The lot of them seem to get the idea, but the confusion returns, and the skeptic conversing among them.
<span class="mu-s">"A god we don't bow for? Doesn't seem like a god, miss."</span>
Although you would never lose patience with them, you must admit you're getting a little annoyed. Not even so much at them, but rather that you're kind of at a loss yourself for what to do in order to prove the truth to them.
