[ With Onni standing so close, it isn't hard for Reynir to feel the flickering of his emotions - curiosity, apprehension, hesitation. Onni isn't just asking idly; there's some anxiety behind it. Reynir can understand that, considering the memory was about Tuuri, and her memory is such a raw nerve for Onni. ]

It was just a flash.

[ He lowers the wreath, raising his green eyes to meet Onni's gaze, a very small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. ]

You were a little kid, and Tuuri was- was just a baby. You were holding her, and she grabbed your finger with her hand and held on.

[ Reynir's heart feels full; there is sadness, there, but also a great deal of fondness, for Onni, and Tuuri. ]

You were such a cute kid.