[The only real acknowledgement of the compliment that Onni makes is a soft hum in his throat, his eyes still down on Reynir. It is, he imagines, something that the younger man would be embarrassed about later on, when he's not feverish, and so he doesn't make much of a big deal about it, counts it as part of Reynir's difficult mental state. After Reynir settles some, Onni shifts a little further onto the bed to get comfortable, even as Reynir's body shifts slowly but surely to curl up around and against him, pressing himself against Onni's hip and lower back, his knees folded so he's curled almost entirely around where Onni is sitting.
It seems to be working well enough to keep Reynir comfortable, so Onni keeps singing, his voice low and soft as he does, until Reynir truly settles and finally slips into a real sleep, the kind that will help him to heal. It's only then that Onni crosses his arms against his belly and lets his head drift forward, his chin against his chest, and gets some rest himself. It only takes a half hour or so before he's waking up in the dream realm, in the form of an owl in an attempt to conserve energy, to let himself heal.
And it only takes a few moments for him to realize that Reynir is here, curled up in the roots of his favourite perching tree, with his head pressed against that little sheep dog he comes in with sometimes. His Icelandic version of a luonto, Onni thinks. It's probably for the best - Onni's dream haven is one of the safest places Reynir could be in his current state, and he doesn't begrudge him that safety. Drifting over to the tree on silent wings, he settles on a low branch nearby and fluffs his feathers up, lets his head sink into them, blinks slowly and then closes his eyes to drift there, half asleep.
When Reynir opens his eyes and looks up at him, says his name in a bleary sort of voice, Onni opens one eye.]
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It seems to be working well enough to keep Reynir comfortable, so Onni keeps singing, his voice low and soft as he does, until Reynir truly settles and finally slips into a real sleep, the kind that will help him to heal. It's only then that Onni crosses his arms against his belly and lets his head drift forward, his chin against his chest, and gets some rest himself. It only takes a half hour or so before he's waking up in the dream realm, in the form of an owl in an attempt to conserve energy, to let himself heal.
And it only takes a few moments for him to realize that Reynir is here, curled up in the roots of his favourite perching tree, with his head pressed against that little sheep dog he comes in with sometimes. His Icelandic version of a luonto, Onni thinks. It's probably for the best - Onni's dream haven is one of the safest places Reynir could be in his current state, and he doesn't begrudge him that safety. Drifting over to the tree on silent wings, he settles on a low branch nearby and fluffs his feathers up, lets his head sink into them, blinks slowly and then closes his eyes to drift there, half asleep.
When Reynir opens his eyes and looks up at him, says his name in a bleary sort of voice, Onni opens one eye.]
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