"I've heard of nightmares, but not shared ones," he replied with a shake of his head. "We have the same one, except... we're different people in it. I just don't know what's going on, and when I hurt her in the dream, I know she's feeling it, and I hate myself for it."
The food that had been ordered for him arrived and he simply stared at it as if it were about to sprout legs. At the question, he simply pulled at the neck of his robes to reveal the mark that had not been well hidden. "Until yesterday, I thought George had done it."