The Inquisition will never deign him worthy of receiving a sending crystal, but that is no small matter. In dreams, Atticus slips into the Fade and allows his feet to guide him across vast distances; to explore, indeed to visit torment, and on occasion, to touch minds with a friend.

He can use that word to describe her, can't he?

However she dreams, he steps into it from the periphery clad as he might have been in Minrathous. "I feel I ought to apologize for not calling on you sooner, in this fashion," he tells her, his thin smile wry.