[Onni doesn't miss the way Reynir smiles slightly, the corner of his mouth rising a little, when he makes that comment about him being the same as always. Well, it's good to see that his sense of humour is intact. Onni had only half meant it, really, but his own sense of humour has always been dry and had a touch of truth to it.

Reynir's protest that he can help look out for them too, with or without special powers, is more predictable than his response to the first comment. Onni nods, once, and makes a noise of assent in his throat.]

I know you will. Doesn't it make you bigger, at least? Stronger maybe, at least a little? Either way, those horns will be dangerous weapons once they're grown out. The sheep on the farming island always made me think twice about messing with them, when I saw those horns.

[He seems to have no shame about admitting he'd been afraid of sheep of all things, but he's never had much shame. Not about that kind of thing.

What he hadn't expected was for Reynir to suggest any way for him to help. It had been right to offer, but Reynir seems to be stubbornly independent, refusing to do what people want him to do and instead just going about and doing as he pleases with no real thought to danger or anything else. But Reynir says that he's helping already, by promising to keep him from going feral. And he mentions that the transition is apparently easier if one doesn't fight against it. Nodding thoughtfully, Onni lifts a hand and presses his fingertip against his mouth for a moment, thinking.]

That makes sense, I suppose. If you're not repressing it, then it won't get out of control. That kind of thing?

[A pause, and his pale eyes lock on Reynir's face for a moment, trying to read him.]

With this? You mean...not being weird about it? There's no reason to be weird about it. It is what it is.