[He's silent, because this realization is hitting him all at once: he never told Arthur about how simple it is to summon him if needed. The thought had not crossed his mind, which was foolish of him. This prison, in which they are thrown into a danger without a moment's notice--]

Arthur... [His voice is low, heavy.] You need only call for me. Say my name, or scrawl it upon parchment. And I will be there, especially for you.

[It is too late now, isn't it? Dream shuffles to his own bedside and sits next to Arthur. Awful feelings intensified.]

I should have said as much earlier.