"Are they lucid?" William asked, frowning. "Can you control them?" Variations on a theme sounded terrifyingly like the Sight, but there was no one here who could confirm it. Of all the positions that had to go unfilled, of course they were missing a proper Divination teacher.
A fortnight of nightmares, growing progressively worse. Did that mean whatever Spencer was Seeing was lurking closer?
He rubbed Spencer's back slowly, just a little, as he thought. "Is it just the dreams, and the insomnia? Nothing else?" Hardly 'just' anything, but hopefully Spencer knew what he meant.