When they left the room she felt her purpose settle around her, trusting that the Harper would gather the other men before they made their way completely to the Slaugh King, they couldn't truly be so upset that they left her to go by herself could they? She was doing this for them, for all of them. And perhaps for herself too to a point, to prove that she could make choices without them, that she was the one in charge. And well, she wasn't terrified of him, at least not in a bad way; her thoughts moved to the dance she had shared with the King, how helpful and insightful he had been, and how handsome. His darkling power summoned something from within her that she would not deny. But then Lyra turned to her, to plead and she blinked, in surprise.<br/><br/>"I..." she bit her lower lip as her friend spoke, trying to warn her. He was dangerous but one had to trust, it was lack of trust that had the sidhe were they were now, to an extent she thought. Lack of trust even in the Goddess herself. When her eyes found the red mark on her friend's skin she reached to touch it softly, eyes softening. "I am sorry then, for asking you to go to him. But I place my trust in the Goddess, she will hold me safe."<br/><br/>Dawn smiled softly and then started walking, toward the garden's, no one was supporting this choice, but it would be done.