Draco stayed there with her, as much as he could. He wasn't deep in her mind, and it wasn't nearly as intense for him; he could feel the separation between his mind and hers. Nevertheless, the images, the sensations of it made him shudder, the blood draining from his face. Occasionally he thought he saw people that he recognized, but that told him nothing, and they were gone in seconds, leaving him to wonder if he had actually recognized them after all. The rest of it - well, blood and pain and fighting and torture didn't get to him as much as they used to, but it was still incredibly unnerving to see it like this.
It was the scream that jolted him out of her head, and he came back to himself with a start, hands clenched around the arms of his chair. Salazar, he was glad he'd set down his teacup, otherwise he would have been responsible for quite a lot of shattered porcelain. Not... that that was anywhere near important. He shook his head at himself, and moved to Cerise's side, touching her shoulders. "Cerise?" he said, knowing that she wanted it to stop, to be over. Whether one could wake a Seer out of a vision like a sleeper out of a dream, he didn't know, but it didn't seem illogical to try. "M'entendez-vous?"