Cateline watched Damien, absorbed by his gaze. Her head moved slightly though, as his hand squeezed her own and his other moved to run over her hair. More of a nervous flinch than a defensive one. "Oh.. I see.." If she could say anything about her father, if he ever had a gut feeling, he flew with it. And it had never been wrong. 
A gasp escaped the young woman's lips. Her eyes closed as Damien's form changed. The first few times of watching him change were enough for the morning. A weak stomach full of food would not have agreed to the sight. Feeling a wetness on her hand, one eye opened, and seeing the dog, the other opened. As he spoke again, she ran her hand over the top of his head. She gave a small sigh. Little Cateline, orphaned, and alone, had the power of the Gods, sitting at her feet.. 
"If my father knew I would survive, then there's much more to all of this than what I think.. Especially since someone went out of their way to kill my entire family.." She scratched behind Damien's ears. "How puzzling.."