[The way Reynir explains the feeling makes sense, and he nods, matching it up to his own experience with this weird magic. It's different for him, he thinks, sort of the opposite of what Reynir is saying. Usually he wouldn't say anything in response, but he finds himself speaking up anyhow, something he suspects partly springs from the sense of comfort he's feeling now, close to his bonded, but also probably springs in part from Reynir himself and the influence he's currently having on Onni's inner world.]

For me, it was similar to being constantly shocked with electricity, at a sort of low level, and now it's as if I have a lightning rod that makes it easier to channel that energy in the direction I want it to go.

[Glancing down, he sees Reynir brushing fingers against one of his horns. It's strange, how quickly Onni has gotten accustomed to seeing them there, poking out of Reynir's hair, growing slowly.]

You know, those could look worse.