Esme sends him a sharp look as another tear falls from her eyelash down her skin once again. His eyes are apologetic, but she doesn't care. He could have stopped him sooner, but he didn't. Dolohov doesn't spare a second glance back as he apparates from the room he leaves without saying thank you or showing any gratefulness. The sound of his laughs echo around the manner, and she knows not only will they haunt her in her dreams. But also while she's wide awake.