“Eat up,” Dream smiled softly, sitting at your bedside and holding a bowl of soup in his gloves. He had found you alone in the Powdered Peaks, and he had rushed you to the nearest inn to save you. He had learned your name in a disordered manner, as you mumbled feverishly at him.

“Don’t put much strain on yourself…you’re horribly sick. Please, as me if you need anything.” he whispered, laying another blanket on you. It was cold in the inn, since you were in the peaks, but he would help.