[Reynir's attention is so focused on him that it almost feels like a physical touch, and Onni isn't sure how to react to that. Isn't sure what to make of it. In a way, it's uncomfortable, overwhelming - no one has paid attention to him like that in a very long time, trying to read him to know what the right thing to say is, or how best to respond. He can feel that conflict in Reynir through the Bond, and it's a little disorienting, a little startling and uncomfortable to be the focus of that much attention and concern and scrutiny.
When Reynir says he thinks he understands, though, Onni realizes that he's very sure Reynir does understand. It's sort of new, to feel that way, because generally he thinks he and Reynir have such different perspectives on the world that they might never see eye to eye about certain things. When Reynir asks if the lady had said the enchantment lasts a year, Onni nods and then allows Reynir to take the wreath from his hands and slide it onto his wrist along with the other. Glancing down at the table, Onni scoops up the other two or three wreaths he'd made and holds them as Reynir guides him away from the table with a hand on the small of his back. It's a sort of protective gesture, and he knows that Reynir has sussed out that he's feeling overwhelmed, that he might need the guidance to turn and move and get out of the public.
It's nice, that Reynir knows how uncomfortable Onni would be with breaking down in public, in front of this many people.]
Yes, I think she said it was about a year.
[Reynir goes on to explain that maybe it would be best to sleep on it, but that he doesn't have to hold things together here, that Reynir can do that for him and that he can afford to fall apart and deal with it. Pressing his lips together for a moment, Onni glances down at the wreaths he still has clutched in his hands, and exhales.]
I can see that. But we don't know when we're going to go home, at least from what I've gathered. If I go back to that forest while I'm in the middle of all of...that...
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When Reynir says he thinks he understands, though, Onni realizes that he's very sure Reynir does understand. It's sort of new, to feel that way, because generally he thinks he and Reynir have such different perspectives on the world that they might never see eye to eye about certain things. When Reynir asks if the lady had said the enchantment lasts a year, Onni nods and then allows Reynir to take the wreath from his hands and slide it onto his wrist along with the other. Glancing down at the table, Onni scoops up the other two or three wreaths he'd made and holds them as Reynir guides him away from the table with a hand on the small of his back. It's a sort of protective gesture, and he knows that Reynir has sussed out that he's feeling overwhelmed, that he might need the guidance to turn and move and get out of the public.
It's nice, that Reynir knows how uncomfortable Onni would be with breaking down in public, in front of this many people.]
Yes, I think she said it was about a year.
[Reynir goes on to explain that maybe it would be best to sleep on it, but that he doesn't have to hold things together here, that Reynir can do that for him and that he can afford to fall apart and deal with it. Pressing his lips together for a moment, Onni glances down at the wreaths he still has clutched in his hands, and exhales.]
I can see that. But we don't know when we're going to go home, at least from what I've gathered. If I go back to that forest while I'm in the middle of all of...that...