[ Reynir waits, and waits, but Carlisle doesn't stir. Not at all, actually. It isn't until he is this close that Reynir thinks it must be hard, for Carlisle to be breathing through that mask of his. Which leads to him looking at his chest, seeing that it isn't rising and falling - at least not as far as he can see.
Fear stabs at Reynir, then, sudden and gut-churning. Had something happened, between seeing Carlisle in the dream and getting here? Did he have a bad reaction to that tea, whatever magic he'd infused it with? Is Reynir just barely too late to save him? Just seconds, maybe? Reynir knows that sometimes seconds are all that matter. If Lalli had come into the vehicle just a few seconds sooner, he might have shot the troll that bit Tuuri before it could infect her.
Gripping his friend's shoulder hard, Reynir gives him a firm shake this time, voice loud and panicked as he calls out: ]
Carlisle!? C'mon, wake up, don't- don't do this to me!
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Fear stabs at Reynir, then, sudden and gut-churning. Had something happened, between seeing Carlisle in the dream and getting here? Did he have a bad reaction to that tea, whatever magic he'd infused it with? Is Reynir just barely too late to save him? Just seconds, maybe? Reynir knows that sometimes seconds are all that matter. If Lalli had come into the vehicle just a few seconds sooner, he might have shot the troll that bit Tuuri before it could infect her.
Gripping his friend's shoulder hard, Reynir gives him a firm shake this time, voice loud and panicked as he calls out: ]
Carlisle!? C'mon, wake up, don't- don't do this to me!