[ Reynir is, in fact, quick, but it's a near thing. He reels away as Carlisle sits up, and he is breathing and Reynir had been holding his breath, too, releases it in a huge sigh of relief, hand pressing against his chest unconsciously. He isn't sure if he feels like laughing or crying or maybe both, but Carlisle is awake and Carlisle isn't dead, he must have just imagined it, him not breathing. Reynir only just woke up himself and the mind can play tricks. He had let himself get freaked out thinking about Tuuri and it had been silly of him. But no harm, no foul. ]

Thank the gods! You're awake!

[ He still has one hand against Carlisle's shoulder, steadying him as he wakes up. Does he not remember the dream? Did whatever spell he used have any other side effects? Quickly, Reynir explains: ]

I don't know how much you remember but we were together in the dreamspace and you had some magic tea and maybe something about it went wrong because you were asleep for a whole day and you asked me to come in here and wake you up and I promised I would and actually um I kind of had to sort of break your door a little to get in and I'm sorry but also I'm not sorry you're okay because I was a little worried for a second there that you weren't.

[ How Reynir manages to get all that out without seeming to pause for breath is really a mystery. ]