Ronan shrugs. "Think of it like magic, if that makes you feel better."

The concept of magic seems to be safe enough to tell most people, from what he's seen. It's the fact that all his objects are made of dreamstuff that he keeps a little closer to his chest. He doubts it matters much here, away from the people who would rather he be dead than dreaming, but at the same time a lifetime of keeping his dreams a secret is hard to shake.

"Do you want it or not?"