[ Reynir narrows his eyes, skeptical that Carlisle is telling the truth about not needing to go. He might be injured but just lying because he's afraid. Then again, what good will come of insisting? He'd seen how much Carlisle's fear had distressed him in the dream. Hell he'd seen it the first time they met at the spa. That can't be good for his health, being terrified like that.

So Reynir just exhales slowly, and gives a reluctant nod of acceptance. He stands, along with Carlisle, ready to reach out and steady him the moment he starts to fall, aversion to touch or no - but he doesn't need it, thankfully. Still, Reynir hovers close, for the time being. It's a relief to him with Carlisle sits down on his bed.

And Reynir's heart twists with sympathy and sadness when he sees Carlisle touching his face, checking his coverings. Now that Reynir knows they are not a mark of devotion, but of trying to hide himself because of a curse... well. He can't help seeing them differently. He just stands there, arms loose at his sides, full of fondness and fretting and helplessness.

His voice is quiet as he promises: ]

I won't let anything like that happen to you. Not if I can stop it.

[ He glances over towards those glyphs. He wants to ask what went wrong. He wants to ask if Carlisle had set up any kind of safety measures. Instead, swallowing, he asks: ]

Can I stay here with you, for a little while? Just so I am sure you're okay? We don't have to talk if you don't want to.