Saf gives dreams.
He sends dreams to the sick, and the dying. Dreams filled with laughing children, knee deep in a running river. Sister chasing brother, tackling him onto the ground while a laughing parent watches on. He sends dreams to the insomniacs. Dreams of midnight beaches, with the sound of the seas lapping and a distant hum of summer cicadas.
Occasionally, Lady Fire herself will ask for a dream. A dream about a handsome archer boy with dark skin and blond hair. She asks to dream of a man, far older than the archer, one with silver and blue hair. And sometimes, she asks to dream of children. Of babies with red hair streaked with pinks and golds nuzzling at her breast. Of Hannadell and a monster child playing hide and seek in the rocky gardens of the Dells.
He sends dreams to Teddy. Of his life in the Dells. The green meadows, the blue skies, the red horses. Books in the Dellian language, words and expressions and definitions. He sends the occasional prank too, a dream that he hopes results in embarrassing consequences or a memory that would make Teddy bury himself in a hole and never come out.
When he's feeling courageous, he sends dreams to Bitterblue. He sends memories. Memories of the first night they met, when she stole coins from a hapless fellow; escaping from an unknown attacker, clinging to him and swearing vicariously as he climbed up a ladder; the solstice party; their first kiss, her lips cold from the September breeze against his; how Saf eventually forgave her for her lies; their first time with impatient kisses and tugs, her hesitant nips and breathy sighs; their goodbye.
He's not sure if she gets the dreams. There's a part of him that wishes she doesn't. A part of him that tells him he should stop, that they have no substantial chance. But if there's one thing Saf has never been good at, it's listening to common sense. So Saf does the opposite of what any sensible person should, he keeps sending dreams.