[ Reynir, who has a healthy respect for the potential harm that just about any farm animal can do if it sets its mind to it, merely nods when Onni mentions being properly intimidated by sheep when he was younger. Of course, the thought of using his own horns in a similar fashion... his mind shies away from it. It would have to be an awful struggle, and he's seen the kind of damage that a horn can do. He doesn't want to have to do that.

But it's all just hypothetical, just talk. It could be worse, and he repeats that to himself in his mind. ]

I don't know about bigger, or stronger. I might get a little taller, because of the legs, and hooves.

[ As if he weren't tall enough already. If that really does come to pass, doorframes are going to really start being an issue. That's not even mentioning what he'll do about clothes, and boots...

He halts his thoughts, before they spiral off any further into panic and dread. One thing at a time. ]

Yeah. That kind of thing.

[ Reynir looks at Onni, as he says, with that characteristic blunt kindness of his, that it simply is what it is. Onni really can't see anything special about his attitude, about the way he approaches these things. And Reynir doesn't know any way to make him see how unique it makes him. So instead, he just lets himself smile. It crinkles up the corners of his eyes, a flash of pure fond warmth. ]

Yeah. It is what it is.