[ Reynir, for his part, is charmed by the idea that she simply says what she wants to say. There's something refreshing in that. One of the reasons he'd been so drawn to Onni in the first place was that he was just - honest. Straightforward. Said what he meant. There hadn't been enough of that, in the tiny village Reynir had grown up in. ]

Oh! Yes, my world has magic, as well. And, um. Well, you could call them strange creatures.

[ Strange, horrible, infectious, nightmare creatures. But he'd rather hear about whatever kinds of beings she was talking about. ]

So... what were you, before you came here, if you weren't human?

[ After a moment, he amends in a rush: ]

Or, um, are you, depending on if you think of 'Faun' as something that's added on top of whatever you already were, rather than replacing it. I - I kinda go back and forth on that one. Like, a lot of the time I don't feel different enough to say I'm not human anymore, but sometimes...

[ He trails off, laughing softly, his hand coming up to brush against those large horns curling out of his red hair. He's much less self-conscious of them than he used to be - along with the other changes - but it's still fraught at times. ]