His eyes flicker up to watch Harrowheart for a second but he quick looks down again. That's something everyone has in common with his family. Nobody seems to regard dreams as valuable.

"I-I help them change nightmares into dreams. Help them calm. Help them control their dreams. It gives them an escape. Sometimes they can hear themselves better. That's always important. Always good." His frown deepens and in a nervous motion, he sips at his tea. Only to find it is the worst tea he has ever tasted in his life. He wrinkles up his face and puts the cup back down again, managing not to comment. He's not doing that again.