She knew better than to wake a man from a dream, and especially a fever-dream. It was said that when men dreamed they walked another earth, and to wake them was to meddle in that other realm.
Except, Venick felt the pull of it. Rusty, stiff like an unused muscle. A desire to help, to do. An unease at being indebted, a shame that he would even consider ignoring his debts.