What do you want me to do, Wren? I've never been able to track people or decide whose dreams I'm in. I don't even know if that's possible. And I can only do so much once I'm there. Maybe just distract him until the kid wakes up on their own. But frankly, I'd sort of like to heal a little more before he cuts me to ribbons again. I don't enjoy seeing my intestines on the ground in front of me as I bleed out, and I really don't enjoy waking up with my stomach all cut up. Dying's never felt like that before, and I'm pretty sure it's his fault.