"Oh, it was real." He rubs the mark left on his chest even though it doesn't feel like anything at all. He just knows it's there, like a stain on your shirt while you're out and can't change. Just less gross.

"Thing is, I'm a dwarf - statement of the obvious, I know - but we don't dream. I've never gone to sleep and started seeing things in my life."

His neck hurts from looking up, so he cracks it absently.

"This wasn't what I expected."