[ It's true that this level of vulnerability is something new for Reynir to see in Carlisle, but he doesn't remark on it, or mind it. He does his best to politely pretend he doesn't notice Carlisle wiping away those tears. Reynir doesn't ask why Carlisle had that sudden attack of terror - not yet anyway - and just sits near to him, close but not touching, making himself comfortable. ]

These are the only kind of dreams I know.

[ Reynir sprawls out, comfortable, hoping if he telegraphs his feeling of safety enough, it will calm Carlisle down, too. He looks over at his friend, still surprised to be seeing this younger version of him, unveiled, healthier...

What had happened, between when he picked up this inner vision of who he is, and the Carlisle that Reynir now knows in the Anchor? Was it only (only!) the destruction of his home by necromancers? Had there been more, tragedies befalling him, personally?

But how could he possibly ask that? ]

Well, I guess that's not entirely true. I've had some omens of the future that were... pretty terrifying, actually.

[ A mild way of putting it, considering they usually involved warnings of imminent horrific death if he didn't do something right away. The first one in particular, back when he'd just found out he was a mage and didn't understand what was happening, had been... a very bad time.

Tentatively, he turns to Carlisle, asks: ]

Is that the kind of thing you're talking about?