Tyki said
"but like i said, vampires and werewolves know better than to attack a priestess of the night" she replies, seeming to have unwavering faith in her status as a priestess of the night even though most people would be scared shit less in her position while she let's him think on that as she walks back over to her camp
The question whether or not this person was was sane enough not to inadvertently attract monsters came into question. Damien's moral code wouldn't allow him to simply leave her undefended, but he couldn't expect much help from her if he were to be attacked himself. He sighed heavily at the dilemma. If she did turn out to be a powerful magic user, he'd be surprised. Magic did exist. Most however didn't believe in it and shunned any of the subject. That was why Damien kept his own gift, or curse, to himself.
Standing out front of the tent, keeping watch, Damien waited for the sun. He was so very tired, yet couldn't let go of his tension. Off in the distance, he could see the glimmer of souls. They could belong to humans, ghosts, maybe even great beasts of old. Using that soul-sense, he kept vigil for any approaching souls, saying nothing of why he seemed to stare out into space.