Jon--- no, Vonsim, his dream-swept mind corrects him, takes the offered handle with care, curling his fingers around it. As he listens to the instructions, he gives the chimes a soft ring. In the waking world, he'd have trouble identifying it from the other bells, but here, it is so very clear in it's identity.

He nods, slow and contemplative.

"I think I understand. You call, I follow, and I do what I can for him. How long of a procedure do you think it will be?"