Lenore nods at the instruction, glad to see him at a time like this, glad for his knowledge of which way to go.

"Thank you," Lenore says, smile weak but genuine. That is a lot of blood, which is not a sight she's particularly fond of--seems like a waste of good blood, and she's never liked excess violence. Blood belongs either inside people or inside wine glasses, everything else is questionable.

No time or reason to delay. "See you in Nocwich," she promises, determined that the three of them are going to get there. Then she hurries off with Gideon as swiftly as she can.