[It's a little difficult to protest or do anything but listen when Reynir keeps scritching at his head - near his ear tufts, around the edges of his beak, by the puffed-up feathers at his neck. It's soothing and it's making him sleepy, blinking slowly as he shifts just slightly on the branch to try to keep himself awake and follow the thread of what Reynir is saying.
It makes sense, when Reynir puts it that way. He's seen how Reynir is treated at his home, like a helpless child, sheltered and misled to keep him at home. It stings a little, still, to hear the Icelander talk about his home like this, about how he'd been sheltered and treated like a baby and held back. It makes him wonder if Tuuri had ever talked about him like this, like he was her jailer.
He tries to put that out of his mind, and understand what Reynir is saying, opening an eye and peering over at the redhead. After a moment, he huffs out a breath, his eyes sinking shut.]
Fine. I'll remember that and try to give you a chance. If I think I need help.
[Not likely, he thinks. But he will keep it in mind.]
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It makes sense, when Reynir puts it that way. He's seen how Reynir is treated at his home, like a helpless child, sheltered and misled to keep him at home. It stings a little, still, to hear the Icelander talk about his home like this, about how he'd been sheltered and treated like a baby and held back. It makes him wonder if Tuuri had ever talked about him like this, like he was her jailer.
He tries to put that out of his mind, and understand what Reynir is saying, opening an eye and peering over at the redhead. After a moment, he huffs out a breath, his eyes sinking shut.]
Fine. I'll remember that and try to give you a chance. If I think I need help.
[Not likely, he thinks. But he will keep it in mind.]