Damien glances to the ghost as it comes at him, pleasure taking a nosedive into something more nervous. It's not that he doesn't trust Melionë or her power, her control, it's more -- well, there are a hundred different reasons the spirit makes him uncomfortable. It doesn't help, either, that he's going to have to rely on it, to help him up, if he wants to ever get up, even if it's Melinoë's hand he takes. He knows who's really doing the heavy lifting here.

Taking a heavy step away from it and towards her, once he's back and steady on his feet, he continues to look sour at her assessment, however idle it was meant to be. "The fact that we both got our power back at exactly the same time, you mean?" Because his phone is absolutely his power.