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.
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.