Arven regarded her sympathetically. He appreciated he was almost disgustingly privileged; not in terms of wealth (because in that he was mostly lacking), but in being a healthy, hardy man who was quite at liberty to do as he pleased, judgements be damned.

"Go on..." he gently encouraged her to elaborate. There was nothing forceful in his tone, of course; she did not have to share. But sometimes Arven Fisk was as good a listener as he was a storyteller. "There's nothing wrong with dreams. And sometimes they really do come true."