[ viren stumbles backward, until he feels his back thump against the wall. he wants to stand tall, puff his chest out even despite his scales and pointed ears, but he's not sure he cares to at this point.

his knees give, and he slides down the wall to settle at its base. his tail curls reflexively about his boots. ]

There are two sorts of people, here. I am a "Monster," a Dragon. And you, a Witch.

[ repeated. his hand raises again, this time to pinch at the space between his eyes. he feels a migraine impending, too. this is all ... too much. soren could take this opportunity to bolt, and he doesn't think he'd follow. ]

Once we are free of this dream, you will learn all about it, Soren.