[At first, Reynir's efforts seem to be in vain as Carlisle's frame remains limp, completely lacking in resistance or tension; however, after another second of vigorous shaking, the dim light in his eyes ignites, fiery and vibrant and largely unfocused. His body stiffens as he very suddenly comes to, so suddenly that if Reynir isn't quick, their heads will collide as he sits up, his chest heaving as he sucks in a breath.]
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Wh- what?! What is it?