[Dream may be an Endless, affording him a very useful array of powers, but healing is not one of them — and it makes him feel useless, how very obviously Arthur needs it right now. For now, he stands, stiff with concern, mouth in a thin frown.]

I wish for you to tell me precisely what happened. But first, we must find a way to heal you properly.

[He doubts the man has the energy to heal himself, but perhaps another healer, or a coin spent on the card in the shop—

(For some reason, he feels awful for this having happened at all.)]

You should have called on me sooner.