[ Reynir rolls over and then pushes himself up and onto his feet. He doesn't feel entirely well, but in the dream it is merely a consciousness of having less energy. Normally, in dreams, his energy feels boundless. He feels stronger than he does anywhere else. And he is still much stronger here. But he stands with his shoulder against the tree trunk, on a level with Onni as he asks, a little joking, a little serious: ]

Are you saying it's okay, but to pet you better this time?

[ He hadn't said don't do it at all, after all. And is it so different from what Onni had done for him when he was lying in bed? If it will provide any kind of comfort for Onni while he's resting and healing in this form, of course Reynir will do it. ]

You have a really nice singing voice.

[ A little part of him still can't believe Onni had sung him to sleep. The gesture is so selfless, so thoughtful - so sweet. Onni is always surprising him. Always trying to see so stoic and tough, and always revealing himself to be kind and gentle underneath it. ]

Less sick than I am can still mean more sick than you were pretending. Why do you do that? Why do you pretend to be okay?

[ He does not mention - and doesn't think he needs to - the way Onni had hid away when he needed to cry or all the other times he has tried to cover up anything upsetting him. ]