[ He blinks, realizing she has gotten settled and he's still just standing there. A brief tinge of pink colors his cheeks as, embarrassed, he flumps down onto the moss as well, gangly limbs going everywhere for a moment before he just settled on sprawling out, and yes, this is much better. It feels nice laying down, after that mead he'd drunk, and it's good to look up at the sky, at the bright light from the full moon.

It's nice, too, talking to Iramaat even if he can't see her. ]

I don't know anything about fae. It - it must be really scary, being mortal if you were... immortal your whole life before coming here.

[ And that says something about Reynir, doesn't it, that his first thought upon learning Iramaat used to be immortal is to be concerned for how scary it would be for her to lose that. What an awful transition to go through - far worse than what he'd dealt with stressing over silly cosmetic things like horns and being taller and a bit of extra hair and trivial changes to his body like that. ]

Yeah. Before I came here, I was a mage. Not... a very good one, yet, but I'd only just figured out I could do magic, and I was still learning. I can't do any of that here, though. Kinda sucks.