[Reynir scoops up the dog and hauls it away, but his eyes remain frozen on the ground, right where the animal was standing. He blinks, clamping his eyes shut as he presses against them with his palms; they remain unchanged, his pupils still consumed entirely by the light of magic. This makes them look as Reynir has seen them before, but Carlisle knows that's not how they ought to be. He can feel that they are wrong.
But no amount of fidgeting fixes them. He pulls his hands back, turning them over as though seeing them for the first time. How delicate they once were -- and covered in skin. How covered in skin they were so long ago, far longer than it feels. He missed so much as—
No, that's not his name. He doesn't want to hear it again, even in his own head.]
I'm... fine. I'm fine, Reynir.
[Right, that's the lad's name. It comes back to him as he looks around, recognizing the garden, but wary of how unfocused the plants on his periphery are.]
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But no amount of fidgeting fixes them. He pulls his hands back, turning them over as though seeing them for the first time. How delicate they once were -- and covered in skin. How covered in skin they were so long ago, far longer than it feels. He missed so much as—
No, that's not his name. He doesn't want to hear it again, even in his own head.]
I'm... fine. I'm fine, Reynir.
[Right, that's the lad's name. It comes back to him as he looks around, recognizing the garden, but wary of how unfocused the plants on his periphery are.]
This isn't real, is it?