What small smile was developing at the sight of her other lover halts (though Merlin is more akin to a fuck buddy, honestly), instead adopts a more careful and concerned air. Because Damien looks like fucking hell, and this after having left a place that was likely hellish for nearly everyone else involved.

Choosing to answer him first, though, Mel says, "Something like that." She's helped him with his garden, and there's been an exchanging of stories. There was the mischief they got up to during the slumbering. But there's also a sense of a...divide, sometimes.

The Goddess cants her head and does another once-over on him, the concern present by way of a furrowed brow. "Where are you off to?"