[Thanks for the consideration, bud. He's attentive, if nothing else, while she puzzles it out in front of him. (Wishes, not for the first time, that Beau or Caleb were here to better help connect the dots.) Once there's a part of all that he can provide input on—]

Yes, I had noticed that, myself. [His magic. There's something strange about it. Even before the land had gone black and the creep of corruption had seeped into the air and into his spellwork. It's disconcerting—particularly given he's become used to his own power coming through his oaths and his connection to the Wildmother.] I must admit, it's been real fucking unsettling.

[Nice that it's still working, and all. But shit messing with his magic in his dreams hasn't ever really panned out for him very well. But back up a bit.]

You said you've experienced this sort of thing before?

[Not the magic, but the visiting.]