[ Reynir flashes a grin up at him - a smile that is sleepy and bright and almost automatic the moment he hears Onni's voice. Like being delighted by Onni's presence is a reflex, as prompt and unavoidable as a knee-jerk. He smiles up at that owl who is not an owl but his friend, who is taking care of him and who put him in bed and sang to him. ]

I promise I won't pet you this time.

[ Sleepily, he giggles and adds: ]

Unless you want petted, of course.

[ He's just joking! Making fun of himself for that mistake ages ago! Just a joke. Except that there's something at the edges of it, in his tone, that makes it clear he's maybe being a little bit serious, too. ]

You were lying when we were awake, weren't you? You're a lot sicker than you were pretending to be, you just didn't want me to know it. That's why you're like that here.

[ Now, though, he will know when he wakes up. And he might not be in a state to physically take care of Onni, but he can at least try to coax him into not straining himself too much. ]