I see. Magic? [He leans back, palms pushing into the thin mattress] I don't think this is magic. Just something inflicted on me, like everything else. Although, not the worst.

[The company's not bad at least, and he'll take company wherever it comes: dreams can be as lonely as waking at times.]

It's a statue. Our divine overseer of plumbing works, or something. And a pleasant place to sit on sunny days.