"One of us needs to stay here." That was the rule. The dead flowed to them at a near constant rate. They couldn't leave the gates unmanned.

"If they see her, send word. But I'm sure between the two of us, Beebee and I can find her."

On cue, the huge hound appeared, its three heads bright focused at attention. Poe reached up and patted its flanks, as his own clothing changed. Black grecian armour, with a black cloak lined with a bright blood-orange stripe and a helmet with a blood-orange crest suddenly graced his person.

It would keep any mortal who dared to look at him from daring to speak to him, at least.

"I'll find her."

His eyes flashed purple and a doorway appeared and he clicked his tongue for the dog to follow him. He didn't turn back again - he didn't want to see Finn's face. Didn't want to know what lay upon it. Worry or grief or hopelessness - none of them were things he ever wanted to see on his lover's face.

Actually finding Rey was another thing all together. But the dog caught her scent at the tree, and time and space had no bearing on their hunt.

They'd find her. No matter where she had been hidden.