“Viatorus.” He noticed the other’s anxiety and is silent for a moment, hands folded on the table in front of him, leaning forward slightly as he stares thoughtfully off to the side. “I want you to know,” he begins with his own feigned hesitancy, “I’m not judging you for knowing magic. It just doesn’t exist in my world. Or if it does, its users keep themselves hidden away. And with good reason.” His voice is relentlessly calm. “My world is full of horrible monsters, who exist only to destroy whoever and whatever.”

Some life returns to his eyes as he blinks once, shaking his head and redirecting his focus back toward Viatorus. “You have a gift. Am I correct in understanding you were a prodigy? You must know more about dreams than I can imagine. And you’re using your knowledge to help people. Nothing you’ve said sounds anything less than admirable. You don’t have to worry about scaring me off.”