[ Reynir waits patiently as Onni speaks, letting him take the time he needs to gather his thoughts and choose the right words. His eyes are hot with unshed tears from the intensity of Onni's grief seeping through the bond. He shifts, moving close enough he can tilt his head and rest it against Onni's shoulder as he speaks. Being close to Onni, having contact with him, is such a calming, grounding thing. Some of that is the Bond, and some of it is just Reynir's fondness for physical closeness.

Once Onni is done speaking, Reynir chimes in, quietly: ]

So... not that practical, after all. She should've trained you both.

[ He doesn't make his criticism any more direct than that; he is still talking about Onni's grandmother, someone who had been very important in his life. He wonders, but would never ask, if Onni had ever blamed his grandmother for the mistakes that had led to the destruction of the village. Was he still angry at her? Sad for her? ]

And you turned out to be the most amazing mage I've ever met, despite all that.

[ And he had survived, he had helped Tuuri and Lalli to survive. That was more than many would have managed, at Onni's age. Reynir swallows, not sure he should ask what he wants to. But... Onni seems like he is doing okay. This isn't breaking him, and he is opening up, little by little. So... ]

What was your mother's name?