As for being his back up -
“Rituals can sometimes go wrong, aye,” he said, finally moving. He turned and headed toward his tent. “Come along, now, an' bring yer pack. We'll get ye settled in and safe.” She should be safe, anyway. He would do his best to ensure it.
Trying to recall what the drinking age was in Massachusetts, Cam added over his shoulder, “There is coffee in a thermos an' whiskey in a flask an' quite a few snacks.” He stopped at the entrance to his tent and raised one eyebrow. “Dinna eat them all, please. I'll need something t' eat when I'm doone.”