No-- She'll-- [She'd wake up once the caster released the spell. It wasn't permanent, it was controlled. Natural dreams only lasted so long after all, as Ven had quickly learned.

But his voice caught in his throat, and he sighed.]

It's my kind of magic, not yours. We can't wake her up, but I promise she'll be OK soon. You can go in her dreams and see her for yourself, if you don't believe me.

[It was obvious to him that Zelda was very important to this guy, so he'd do what he can.]