Damon did not linger in the grotto anymore and quickly moved out of there after covering himself up in casual clothing. He wanted to give everyone some space and time to relax and adjust to their condition. More than that, his hands were itching for some action. The other type of action.
No matter how warm and grounding the moments with the three of them had been, the unease inside him never fully faded. The world was changing too fast. Power gaps widened overnight, rules rewrote themselves without warning, and events like the Golden Throne didn't exist for entertainment.
They were sieves meant to separate the strong from the dead and forgotten. Damon could feel it in his bones. Comfort was a luxury, and lingering in it for too long was dangerous.
