Felix tried to deny it, started to brush Logan off and push him away. His magic didn't work that way, he wanted to say. Cabaline magic was grander, wider, more theoretical and less practical. But the moment he thought it, the very moment he started to speak it, Felix remembered that not all the magic he knew was, strictly, Cabaline.

He was fighting fear in this place, fighting the repetition of old fears that made up nightmares. And Felix knew a ward against nightmares. What was his dream-ward, after all, if not protection from fear?

"Come here," Felix said abruptly, lifting his right hand and curling his fingers in a summoning gesture toward Logan's forehead. His voice was still breathless, his words tight, but he was thinking. "I can ward your mind against dreams. I don't know if it will work, or if we will even still be in the same place, but it should... it might... let us both see this place more clearly."