"When in doubt, destroy it." Dawn says with a definitive nod. She gets that much from having watched her sister fight the big brewing evil all these years. It's weird how evil is always big and brewing, isn't it? Evil never sleeps, nor are they minimalist.

Dawn reaches out to hold onto Eric, just trusting that he's taken care of all the faeries. She's still not thinking that clear, but yes she's ready to go home. "Home, please. Maybe something chocolate and fried food. You know, comfort food for the aftermath of almost dying."