[ Reynir notices that glare. Honestly, he can't really blame Carlisle. Reynir has plenty of experience with his fylgja being cryptic and unhelpful and unsettling; he knows how annoying it can be. And Carlisle doesn't come from the same tradition, doesn't understand the role of this spirit, and it isn't his. Since it is Reynir's, he makes the apologies for it: ]
Sorry about the dog. It means well, it just - has no manners at all.
[ The dog, completely unrepentant, snuffs a breath out its nose and nudges its snout against Reynir's knee. ]
Room 004. Got it. Just - wait here, okay? I'll be there soon. I promise. You'll be safe here in the meantime.
[ And then, turning to the dog, Reynir says, simply: ]
Wake me up.
[ Rude as it might be, the fylgja is willing to obey this simple command. It raises its head, looking Reynir in the eyes, and barks. To Carlisle's view, he vanishes instantly. From Reynir's perspective, he jolts awake in his bed. It only take a moment to throw on a cloak over his pajamas and to head out into the halls, down to room 004.
...Only to find that the door is, in fact, locked. Reynir is dismayed, uncertain what to do, until he thinks about Carlisle, asleep in there for a whole day. He can repair a broken lock. So he... does what he needs to do, and gets the thing open with only a small amount of damage, and finds Carlisle not in bed, but collapsed on the floor. ]
Oh, gods, um...!
[ Reynir crouches by him, hesitating. Is he badly hurt? Should he call Onni? He doesn't know anything about healing. Maybe trying to wake him will only make things worse? After a few moments of uncertainty, he reaches out, touching Carlisle's shoulder, giving him a gentle nudge. ]
Carlisle... Carlisle, can you hear me? Are you... gonna wake up?
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Sorry about the dog. It means well, it just - has no manners at all.
[ The dog, completely unrepentant, snuffs a breath out its nose and nudges its snout against Reynir's knee. ]
Room 004. Got it. Just - wait here, okay? I'll be there soon. I promise. You'll be safe here in the meantime.
[ And then, turning to the dog, Reynir says, simply: ]
Wake me up.
[ Rude as it might be, the fylgja is willing to obey this simple command. It raises its head, looking Reynir in the eyes, and barks. To Carlisle's view, he vanishes instantly. From Reynir's perspective, he jolts awake in his bed. It only take a moment to throw on a cloak over his pajamas and to head out into the halls, down to room 004.
...Only to find that the door is, in fact, locked. Reynir is dismayed, uncertain what to do, until he thinks about Carlisle, asleep in there for a whole day. He can repair a broken lock. So he... does what he needs to do, and gets the thing open with only a small amount of damage, and finds Carlisle not in bed, but collapsed on the floor. ]
Oh, gods, um...!
[ Reynir crouches by him, hesitating. Is he badly hurt? Should he call Onni? He doesn't know anything about healing. Maybe trying to wake him will only make things worse? After a few moments of uncertainty, he reaches out, touching Carlisle's shoulder, giving him a gentle nudge. ]
Carlisle... Carlisle, can you hear me? Are you... gonna wake up?