[ As they are talking, Reynir's fylgja has trotted back and settles itself down beside Reynir, resting his chin on Reynir's knee. Reynir reaches down and absently scritches the dog between its ears, not taking his eyes off Carlisle. All the answers he's providing only raise more questions than they answer. Part of that is because the situation is clearly complex, and personal, and painful. But part of it is because Carlisle is being very indirect, is leaving out vital information. Reynir can feel that.

Still, sometimes these things need to be coaxed into the light slowly, and he has time to spare. ]

So, then why did your curse mean you had to wear a veil?

[ He isn't going to assume it's a thing all twice-cursed wear, now, but is just going to ask directly what the connection is. Maybe it's a social norm, but maybe it's only Carlisle, for reasons he doesn't yet know. ]

Drew near your end? So... the affliction comes from nearly dying, and getting stuck between the two?

[ He can't imagine how that would work for a body but for a soul, he can imagine it. It's a bit like what had happened to the ghosts of those people who had been given the false cure, during the initial outbreak. They had died before they could be transformed to trolls, but their souls had still been trapped outside of their afterlife, too present, but not able to pass on. Of course, they hadn't been living the way that Carlisle is...

...or at least, Reynir had assumed he is. But perhaps that was wrong? Perhaps he is some kind of ghost, even back at the Anchor? ]

I know it's rude to ask so many questions I just - I want to understand, because you're my friend.