[ For a moment, when he finishes the song and lowers the pipes, Reynir is mute. His heart is hammering and his throat is tight. Some of it might be Onni's emotions, reflecting in him - grief, longing, happiness. But some of it is his own feeling. He isn't sure the gesture will be appreciated. He hadn't asked Onni if it was alright to learn that song. It might not be something Onni wants. Worse, it might not be something that is good for Onni, that will help to stitch up all those deep wounds inside him that Reynir wants so desperately to help heal.

He can't read Onni's expression, can't make out what he's feeling, apart from the mingled intensity of it. Reynir nods, explaining in an honest rush: ]

I only started to learn after I came here. I got lessons with Eliot and then kept on practicing on my own - Jaskier helped some, too. I learned because I... I wanted to be able to play duets with you. If- if you wanted. But I kept it secret at first because I sucked at first and I didn't want to let you down in case I never got any better.

[ He lowers the pipes, setting them on the table and taking the cup Onni had poured for him, drinking a few large gulps of it, trying to settle the uneasy restless hopeful anxious energy that is whirling in his chest. ]

I hope - that's okay.