[It's easy to see that Reynir doesn't have as much energy as he usually does, even in the dream realm. Usually, Reynir bounces around like he's on springs, like an excited child. It's obvious he's much better here than he is in person, but he still moves slowly, leans against the tree trunk instead of standing fully on his own.

Apparently, though, he still has the energy to make jokes.

Instead of answering, Onni just makes a little huffing noise and puffs his feathers up more to hold the heat in his body, looking away from Reynir. Again, it's not a yes or a no, but he finds himself thinking about how nice it would feel to have his feathers pet, and makes a soft 'mm' noise at the thought.]

I suppose. It's just my voice.

[It comes out sounding a little prickly, mostly because Onni tends to brush off compliments as unnecessary and this is no exception. He's about to change the subject when Reynir does it for him, challenging him on being more sick than he was pretending to be, and asking him why he pretends to be okay. Onni's head swivels back toward Reynir and he blinks at him slowly, trying to work out what it is Reynir wants from him in this situation. What Reynir wants him to say.

Honestly, Onni simply isn't used to being challenged on that sort of thing. Lalli and Tuuri had never bothered, just taken him at his word, and no one else had been close enough to try.]

I felt too warm and sick to my stomach, tired, a headache. Nothing I can't endure easily enough. And...I don't pretend to be okay. I am okay.

[He gives Reynir an annoyed sort of expression, shifts a little on the branch by shuffling his talons against the smooth bark, and leans down to preen at an itchy spot just under his wing.]

And I don't mention it when I'm feeling bad because there's just no point. I'll need to keep working and doing things anyway.

[The way he says it is completely matter-of-fact, without any self-pity.]