She smiles, as he reveals his true intentions. "Good, I was worried there, for a little bit," she says, internally studying the layout of the temple, and nodding. "Mmm, mother may not have told you, but I am quite a capable combatant, myself. I prefer to avoid direct combat, of course, but fighting demons seems right, somehow. Not as good as fighting undead, of course, but still good. And, yes, I do know about your nature, but I also know your circumstances, and approve of your applying  their wickedness in proper directions." She gestures, slightly, and the miniature, concealed dimensional portal she keeps near her wrist releases a five-foot long staff, made of the heartwood of an ancient redwood, a gorgeously crafted device that seems to embody nature and life.