[When Reynir protests that he doesn't have a fever and is actually fine, Onni sighs deeply and shakes his head. Having taken care of Tuuri and Lalli as long as he has, he's no stranger to people who are stubborn about being sick and won't admit when they are. So his face is determined as he ducks his head a bit to meet Reynir's eyes.]

Don't be stubborn. I can feel it for myself. Go sit down, I'm making stew so I'll finish these while it simmers.

[Tilting his head, he holds eye contact with the younger man, his expression stubborn and maybe just a touch judgmental as he waits for Reynir to acknowledge his request. Once Reynir has finished drying his hands and starts moving over to the chairs by the big counter near where Onni will be preparing the rabbit, he keeps a hand against Reynir's elbow in case he loses his balance, and when Reynir gets himself seated, Onni slips off his thick fur cloak and fastens it around Reynir's narrow shoulders, pushing the hood of it up over his head.]

Rest for a bit. I'll give you some of the stew once it's done, then we can go back to the room.