She was standing here holding his hand, but she was away from those she loved? Morpheus did not noticeably pout, but there was a hit to his ego for sure.
They descended in silence, holding hands.
Dream did not react much upon seeing the aliens. It was, and always would be, very hard to blow his hair back when it came to the fantastical. He'd woven a million beings like these for years and years and years, and while it was not wonderful that there were aliens to contend with rather than human beings, they did not scare Morpheus or bother him.
When it became clear that Nanshe meant to confront them, Dream pulled her back toward him and shook his head.
Of course they might have answers, but Morpheus thought that maybe, since they were gods to human beings, they might try the human beings first. Nanshe was so upset, too, that it could not go well. It could not.
When he was last very, very upset, Enyo had put her hands around his throat.
They simply did not know enough about these aliens to just engage them.
Once he had her closer to his body, Morpheus held her there with both arms and both hands. "I don't think we should do that yet. Not until we know more about them. There were people back there. People like us. What are we to those?"
He nodded with his chin.
He hoped she was following his train of thought. They could be food to the aliens. Or farm animals. Or gods, sure, but there was too much else on the list to risk it.