Phaedra wasn't sure that was a good idea, unless Molly was also up for rescuing anyone else Saerian might be tormenting. Three might be better than two for that--especially since, while she knew Molly must be warming up to her, they didn't have the best history.
She shot Harry a glance and held it, pretty sure he could not soulgaze her when they were both sleeping. Just in case, she broke it after a few seconds. He'd hopefully get the point.
She arched a brow at the sign around Harry's neck, then sighed and shook her head. Phaedra dropped Molly's hand.
On the other side of the wall Molly created, there was howling. And scratching. And a pounding, like there was a battering ram.