It's been a whole day. I sent you a text message. I thought - I assumed you were just too busy to text me back.
[ He shouldn't have just left it at that, he thinks now. He should have checked in, in person. Then he would have known before a whole day had gone by, that Carlisle was stuck. Reynir can feel the first stirrings of real worry in him. Had he caused this somehow, by bringing Carlisle here? Should he have just left him in that walled garden? Should he not have urged Carlisle into remembering who he was? Is this his fault, after all? ]
How did this happen...?
[ But before Carlisle can attempt to give an answer, whether the truth or some altered version of it, the dog comes trotting over from the hills. It makes its way between them and sits, tail wagging faintly against the earth even as it looks up at Carlisle, that unnerving intelligence in its face as it opens its mouth and says: ]
Your glyph was off. You didn't notice, did you? You shouldn't have inhaled so much.
[ Reynir's stomach gives a little twist of nerves. The dog doesn't speak often. Only when it is important. And this is the second time now that it has spoken to Carlisle, said something to him or about him that Reynir doesn't quite understand. In this case, it's not hard to guess. Carlisle had done some magic to help himself get to sleep and it had been too powerful?
Before Carlisle can freak out, Reynir quickly butts into the conversation again, says: ]
It's okay. I'm going to help. I'm - I'll wake myself up, and I'll find a way to get you awake.
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[ He shouldn't have just left it at that, he thinks now. He should have checked in, in person. Then he would have known before a whole day had gone by, that Carlisle was stuck. Reynir can feel the first stirrings of real worry in him. Had he caused this somehow, by bringing Carlisle here? Should he have just left him in that walled garden? Should he not have urged Carlisle into remembering who he was? Is this his fault, after all? ]
How did this happen...?
[ But before Carlisle can attempt to give an answer, whether the truth or some altered version of it, the dog comes trotting over from the hills. It makes its way between them and sits, tail wagging faintly against the earth even as it looks up at Carlisle, that unnerving intelligence in its face as it opens its mouth and says: ]
Your glyph was off. You didn't notice, did you? You shouldn't have inhaled so much.
[ Reynir's stomach gives a little twist of nerves. The dog doesn't speak often. Only when it is important. And this is the second time now that it has spoken to Carlisle, said something to him or about him that Reynir doesn't quite understand. In this case, it's not hard to guess. Carlisle had done some magic to help himself get to sleep and it had been too powerful?
Before Carlisle can freak out, Reynir quickly butts into the conversation again, says: ]
It's okay. I'm going to help. I'm - I'll wake myself up, and I'll find a way to get you awake.