Dreamer led Maeve through the room, shielding her, but it appeared that for now this fight had been averted.  No one tried to stop them, and in fact Maeve took the initiative, stepping around him to lead the way outside... as though she was desperate to get out of this place.  He thought it understandable.<br/><br/>He let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding and he followed her.  Her glance back at Kitten made him do the same, but as usual the young man was following silently, observing everything shrewdly.<br/><br/>Maeve ended up regretting her hurry.  She stepped out of her home and onto the ruined porch, and she walked down the few steps to the ground before spotting Lakran's head spiked right off to the side.  Her eyes widened in shock, her mouth falling open; she turned away, made a valiant effort to keep walking, but fell to her knees instead, bringing her hands to her face as the tears burst free.<br/><br/>Grimacing, Dreamer moved to her, crouching and hugging her tightly, shielding her from the sight.  She wailed into her hands, seeming oblivious to him.<br/><br/>He turned and looked at Kitten with a lost, helpless expression on his face.  "K-Kitten..." there was no point continuing the charade with the young man's name.  "Can... can you get the car started?  We... we have to go get the others..." He managed, awkwardly, to fish the keys out of his pocket, and tossed them at him.<br/><br/>He then resumed holding Maeve, rocking her gently, not noticing or caring that tears were sliding down his own face.