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Peyton had been mute as the cuff had been removed from her wrist, attention on Taym as she stared at her silently, disapproval radiating off him in waves. She waited, for a comment, an action, anything from someone she considered one of her closet friends, but he said nothing, did nothing, except turn and leave. And it hurt. On top of every other crushing emotion that rested on the teens shoulders, that obvious rejection hurt.

She didn't need rejection right now. She didn't need that judgement, that cold disapproval. She stared after his retreating figure, and felt the first hot tear roll down her cheek.

The second the cuff was off the girl was striding away from the lingering gathering of people milling about the door. Away from the smell of blood and chemical burn. Away from the danger. Away. By the time she hit the dorms she was running, racing down the hallway, not towards her room, but towards Dorian'a. Safety and sanctuary. Maybe Sol would be there too, maybe she could curl beside them, pull familiar arms around her, hide away and forget the last two days.

<Peyton... Baby.>

The tears came faster, and she barely slowed before hitting the door. Letting her small body crash into the wood before bring a fist up to knock.

<Baby girl, it's alright..>

She needed a friend.

<I'm here, I'm not going anywhere.>

She need the feel of strong arms, the sound of a friendly voice.

<They can't tear us apart. I promise.>

Yes they can>

But she clung to demon, wrapped his presence around her as she huddled against the door. "Dory!"

She was shaking when the door opened, and lavender eyes were red rimmed as she looked up at him. Of all the things she'd seen as a hunter. All the monsters, the violence, the danger. Nothing compared to what she'd witnessed in that classroom, not been the events that had taken place directly before. Not even the nightmares that had been forced upon them after they'd 'died' The sound of Finn's screams, the smell of his blood, the sight of the acid eating through his flesh. It had shaken the Sun,down to her core.

He leaned down, touching her head, and pulling her inside to drape blankets and other comforting things over her. Mute, even as he nudged her onto the bed and flopped down beside her with a little book. She blinked at it, then at him, and the blankets slipped off her shoulders as she leaned forward to wrap her arms around his neck, clinging, curling against his front.

"The monsters aren't in Halloween," she croaked, voice broken and heavy. "They're here. He shot him, he shot him and took his eye." Dainty fingertips pressed into his back. "He ******** poured acid on his eye, and made us sit there and watch as she screamed and bled on the floor!"

And they had been powerless. Too scared to leave their chairs. To terrified of the man at the front of the class to go to the aid of their comrade. It negated the lesson Caelius' was trying to teach. Support each other, protect each other, stand with each other. They were being punished for the choices they had made. For doing what they had all though they had to to survive. The lives of the few for the lives of the many. It was cold, it was calculated, but it was not mindless, needless violence.

But it had struck horror into at least one of the guilty parties. Peyton had left the classroom, had left the building to vomit in the bushes. She'd cleaned up, she'd changed, and she'd listened to Finn's screams echoing through her mind, despite the ceaseless rumble of comforting murmurs from Warrick.

The sun hunter seemed completely unwilling to move now that she had someone warm and alive and whole to hold onto. The crying didn't stop, but the softness in Dorian's voice, the comforting touches against her back, slowed the tears to something quieter, less desperate. She sank down until she was laying beside him with thin arms still circling his waist, head tucked up against his hip. Curled up into something small and scared.

At his question she shook her head, then cleared her throat. "No, he didn't threaten anyone else. He wouldn't even have hurt Finn, but he couldn't keep his damn mouth shut. He had to talk back, questioning everything, and Caelius snapped.." There was no other word for what she'd seen. And if that wasn't Caelius loosing control, she never wanted to be around when it actually happened. The thought made her cringe, a shudder making thin shoulders shake.

"We're supposed to fight the monsters to keep the human safe. But there are monsters who are human, and what do we do about them?" It seemed a rhetorical question, voice small and resigned.

She frowned, head turning to look up at him, expression curious and concerned. "Are you alright? And Solomon? I don't know what you guys saw, but it was probably just as awful as what I did, maybe worse." She knew she'd have nightmares.

Haunted eyes stayed glued to his face as he tried to comfort her, and she gave a small nod to his outlook on the monsters. Not exactly an agreement, but an acknowledgement. There wasn't really anything to be done, except to keep moving forward and hope to God she never found herself at Caelius' volatile mercy.

And she hoped he was right about Finn. She didn't like the guy, but did anyone really deserve what had been done to him? Maybe.. Maybe not. She wasn't sure, but not for something like that. Back talk and questioning authority was not a good enough reason to lose an eye.

Finally the tears had stopped under the weight of rising concern. She watched him think about her question, and her arms stayed secure around his middle. "I'm glad you're alright." At least someone had made it out without having to go through anything too traumatic.

Hearing that Sol had apparently walked away more than shaken had her glancing towards the wall that stood between them and the trainee in question, and again she wondered if she should be knocking on his door, but Dory was right. If he'd gone straight to his room then he wasn't in the mood to talk, and her forcing herself on him wouldn't have done either of them any favors. So she nodded, letting her gaze fall to nothing in particular.

The idea of being alone was an unfriendly one. Usually she'd have gone to Taym, stayed with him, but the look on his face whens he'd walked out of that classroom hadn't been a comforting one. She didn't want to know if he'd refuse to let her in, so she wasn't going to even try. Instead she rolled her eyes up to the Mist hunter. "Do you mind if I stay?" No funny business. Dorian was like a brother. The older sibling she never had but always wanted.