There's a flash of something in her mind, a promise, (a trick), like the Force but somehow different at the same time. This...thing is in her mind. Maketh can feel it at the edges, like the dream itself. Worming its way in, finding all the little nooks and secret places she's buried, or at least trying to. Only a little, though. She has a feeling Henry is still the target.

It's going to try again.

She draws her sword, shifting into a warning stance. There is only one objective now: protect Henry. Edward was here for a moment, not so long ago, and the pain of Iamarl's death not yet healed. He knew peace for a moment, at Edward's side and then in this dream-thing. It might have been false but it would have felt real. It would have felt like going home. Maketh knows very well what it feels like to want something - someone - so badly she thought she would die from the loss of them. The horrible pain of enduring it. Henry had felt at peace with Edward and Iamarl. Completed in all ways. And now this thing found a way inside his mind and twisted that memory.

She'll make it hurt for that.

Protect him. Kill that thing, soldier. Do your duty.

"You'll pay for that," Maketh promises, softly.