"I do," the lord and shaper of dreams replied, as he pushed through the shadows in a corner of the cell. It was not as easy as it ought to have been, and it left him feeling--and looking--ragged around the edges. A smudge of ink, with a few details scratched in, and a red-dwarf star winking through the dark splotch where one of his eyes should be.
"I thought you would prefer if I let you fall asleep on your own this time."