Ren Vyrilik

He sits up and looks at Ilvaen, "Yes, of course. I... I just was shown by the Nightengale his torture. It was frightening, and I must have reacted." He rubs his left arm, "It's odd that I've had two visions in one day already, self-harm usually isn't involved. I only hope she helps me understand these. I do understand though, the Nightengale's meant for me to see his pain, so we shan't suffer the same fate."

Ren takes a deep breath and exhales, letting his anxiety leave him. Making a quick prayer with his eyes closed. "Ilvaen, may you please take care of my arms?" He holds them out. It is easy to see that Ren is struggling to hold the battered things aloft.