[ It's a relief, that Carlisle remembers what had happened in the dream - if for no other reason than the fact that... well, it would have made Reynir quite sad, actually, if Carlisle didn't remember that they are friends. Maybe that's selfish of him, since part of the dream had been quite unpleasant for Carlisle, but he's glad, that he's not left as the only one with that particular memory.

More than anything else, though, he continues to feel worry. Perhaps it is because of the contrast, having seen Carlisle just a few moments ago in the dreamspace and seeing him now, but he looks... unhealthy. Sickly. Pale. And even if Reynir had been silly and wrong about him not breathing a moment ago, he had made that mistake for a reason. Carlisle doesn't look like he's doing great, health-wise. ]

I - well, it was locked. So, I broke it.

[ Reynir sees Carlisle recoiling from his touch, and quickly moves his hand away, feeling a surge of guilt for forgetting that Carlisle doesn't like to be touched. It had been necessary for a moment there, but he should have remembered after. Reynir tucks his hands inside his pockets and continues speaking: ]

I'm sorry. I had to. I - was worried about you. I'll fix it.

[ Reynir means it, too - but that is a worry for the future. Doors can be replaced. Friends cannot. Anxiously, he asks: ]

Are you feeling alright? Do you need to go to the medbay? I know you hate the constructs but - I can come with you.