[ It's just how Bonds work, of course - Reynir knows that. And yet, nonetheless, he feels a swell of pride in his chest, at the fact that he was the one who helped to dispel that feeling. That he is the reason Onni doesn't feel that way any longer. Not only that, but he's only too aware that Onni might pick up on that sudden, intense rush of pride and happiness.

He hadn't really thought of himself as someone who hid a lot, but he's finding, even after such a short amount of time connected to Onni, that that might have been naive. ]

Welllll, I mean, technically, you said they could look worse. That's not the same as saying they're not-ugly!

[ Reynir is smiling as he says it, and it's audible in his voice even if Onni can't see his face from this angle. Onni doens't think his horns are ugly. He thinks they suit him. Why does that make him so happy? ]

We should - talk more. Set up some ground rules. Like... if I notice you're feeling something, and I ask you about it, and you really, really don't want to talk about it, you've got a- a password, and I have to drop it, no questions asked. Or... some kind of rule about if we end up seeing each other's memories and that.