[ Reynir makes a tiny, delicate snorting noise, the sort that seems to imply: I'll believe it when I see it.
But he isn't going to press the issue further, because he can tell that this owl version of Onni is becoming more and more relaxed. Maybe it is harder for him to hide it, in this form. Reynir can feel him leaning into the touch, see those big eyes of his slowly closing in drowsy pleasure. There's something really rewarding, about that. It's nice to be able to make Onni feel good.
If Onni really is in this form to rest and keep himself from getting worse, the least Reynir can do is ensure he's as comfortable as possible while they are asleep. That's the reason he keeps on petting him. And, well. The feeling of those downy feathers, warm from being close to Onni's skin, is a really nice one. Reynir tilts his head so it is resting against the firm trunk of the tree and keeps moving his fingers through Onni's feathers, an aimless, gentle progress, moving in little looping patterns going nowhere in particular. He suspects Onni will be happiest not talking about this, so he doesn't say aloud how nice it is or how soft his feathers are. He just sighs contentedly, and keeps doing it. ]
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But he isn't going to press the issue further, because he can tell that this owl version of Onni is becoming more and more relaxed. Maybe it is harder for him to hide it, in this form. Reynir can feel him leaning into the touch, see those big eyes of his slowly closing in drowsy pleasure. There's something really rewarding, about that. It's nice to be able to make Onni feel good.
If Onni really is in this form to rest and keep himself from getting worse, the least Reynir can do is ensure he's as comfortable as possible while they are asleep. That's the reason he keeps on petting him. And, well. The feeling of those downy feathers, warm from being close to Onni's skin, is a really nice one. Reynir tilts his head so it is resting against the firm trunk of the tree and keeps moving his fingers through Onni's feathers, an aimless, gentle progress, moving in little looping patterns going nowhere in particular. He suspects Onni will be happiest not talking about this, so he doesn't say aloud how nice it is or how soft his feathers are. He just sighs contentedly, and keeps doing it. ]