[ The Land Beyond Living? Reynir assumes this is the shared afterlife for all souls in Carlisle's faith, and so he waits patiently for more details. But it... sounds kind of horrible? Super horrible, actually. Especially for someone like Carlisle who seems to be terrified of open spaces. Or perhaps that place is the origin of that terror?

Then, Carlisle says something really interesting.

Reynir hears it. That crucial, unmistakable 'we'. Whatever being twice-cursed is, if it ends a person up in a realm of remorse and guilt and nothing else, it can't be good. And Carlisle hadn't said 'they'. He'd said we. So preoccupied, almost muttering not for Reynir's ears. An unintentional slip, probably.

After a few moments of thought, Reynir doesn't ask what it means. Not yet, anyway. Carlisle has just had a bad fright, and he is new to the dreamspace, powerless and afraid here. Reynir isn't going to ambush him, like that. He will wait, and ask the next time he sees Carlisle awake. Then, he will get his answers.

His answer about omens is somewhat distracted at first, because he's still preoccupied with this new mystery. ]

They're - awful, yeah. But useful, too. I would much rather die in an omen, wake up, and haul ass out of danger than have a pleasant dream and be unaware of what's coming for me.

[ Reynir realizes a moment too soon that maybe his answer was a bit too honest and possibly frightening, so he hastens to add, full attention snapping back to the conversation at hand: ]

I don't see any omens here, now, though. We're safe.

[ Gotta really reinforce that point.

When Carlisle says this plce is better than he thought it would be, a little smile curls one corner of Reynir's mouth. ]

Did I make it sound that terrible?