Grey eyes snap over to where Damen's gestured, and sure enough, he sees a flicker of movement as well. That's distressing, to say the least. Not that anything so far hasn't been - he has no idea what to truly make of it all. He wants to burrow back beneath his blankets until he wakes up from this horrific nightmare; he wants to be able to shut his eyes and not have to deal with any of it.

But he's shocked into silence for a moment, mouth twisted downwards unhappily as he stares towards that sand dune. He hasn't moved, he hasn't said anything, he seems as though he's barely even breathing. At the very least, he does hear Damen's last remark, but he doesn't acknowledge it immediately - he's busy weighing his options.

He doesn't know what to do.

"Who's that?" Draco finally asks, his tone quiet and tentative.