Damon wasn't as much afraid as he was determined to get back to Elena. If there was anything to be read by his demeanor, that was it. He had no intention of leaving her, even if the dreams had shown him things that shook his very foundation. "I could do without the transparency, but dead - well, been there, done that back in 1864." He shook his head. "Don't get all twisted up over it either. I just want to get us all out of here and back among the non-transparent."
He looked at the new girl. He reached for her lantern to hold it up. "Can you walk with us?" he asked her. If she couldn't, he could try carrying her. He wasn't sure how well that would work out, especially if the transparency meant the lack of a solid body. "You don't want to stay out here alone, and neither do we. We are trying to get us out of here." Maybe that would inspire her to continue on. Elena would definitely be proud. A few years ago, he would have left her behind, or treated them all as expendable.
"Come on," he told her, giving her a small smile, "We aren't going to leave you here. The other things out there aren't much for conversation. Eventually you would be really bored." He was strapping on the hero-hair again. It had become almost a habit lately.