[ It takes a short lean across the table to see what he's writing, and some mental math to translate it over from its spelling into his passable english. A knowing look crosses his eyes, softening the corners of them a bit. ]

No, I was careless in testing the limits of the dream. And it caused you harm, because I used a dangerous spell against you.

[ Eating the tadpole in the first place aside (he understands well what sort of adventurous people he deals with here, so that part is the least surprising)... He's known all along, that Sleep's influence can creep in by insidious means, with charm or with the violence of lighting, all at once and with no recourse. He'd bet on the former and got the latter. There was no time to realize what was happening, no way to mitigate the effects of the fire and the ceremonial blade.

He inclines his head slightly. ]

I'm supposed to be protecting you. [ That Stellaron, whirring. ] I'm sorry.