[Carlisle can tell. For being a healer, he's not terribly warm on the gruesome details, and will just assume the worst when it comes to murder. Such a vile act is never clean in any sense of the word.]

He must be glad to have more time with you, as you were stolen away from him so cruelly.

[With all the ingredients in the mug, he places his fingers on it; the glyph lights up from the contact point for a moment, the water in the cup rapidly boiling. He keeps his fingers there, letting the tea steep.]

This Crystal, then -- would it have killed you eventually? If you don't mind my asking, of course. We have magical artifacts where I'm from, but nothing like that.