That's right... your situation as a paleblood isn't quite the same as mine, is it? You have the wolf and the raven. Regardless... I'd concur, it's not worth getting mixed up in his dreams. Not if you can help it.

[He nods, seeming relieved for a shift to something he's got well in hand. He seems less silver, more solid, and his tether has retreated sulkily to the door, staved off for the moment.]

Some maps, with the names of places you've told me on them. A few songs and stories, and some histories as well that corroborate names and titles. I can safely say that what you saw was real, that day.