Pel opens her mouth to reply, still reaching for the dog, when her mark lights up like a torch. She sucks in a breath.

"Shhhhhite."

She turns to look at where the Door had been, where the Door was being remade, probably with a very angry fae coming through. She looks back to Lancelot, eyes wide. Well, nothing for it. She can worry about what he's seen later.

"Run. Run now!"

She reaches for his arm with every intent to drag him out of that alley and as far away from the pissed off fae as possible.