[While Reynir agrees and explains how small and brand new the lamb is, Onni keeps stroking its head and ears, brows a little furrowed. Onni has been on farms, but mostly only helping out with the harvest, and he'd never had much to do with the sheep and other animals. Particularly not the new ones like this, that had been left to people with more experience.
It's obvious Reynir knows what he's doing, though, holding the bottle in place and cradling the tiny creature against his chest with a kind of comfortable familiarity that only comes from practice. When Reynir lifts his head and smiles at him, asks if he wants to try to hold him or feed him, Onni blinks.]
I should. Then I can do it if you're busy.
[It seems logical enough, to Onni, though he has a moment of misgiving about whether he'll be able to handle something as small and fragile as the lamb, is a little worried he'll hurt it or make it sick somehow. But he nods, glancing up at Reynir for a moment.]
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It's obvious Reynir knows what he's doing, though, holding the bottle in place and cradling the tiny creature against his chest with a kind of comfortable familiarity that only comes from practice. When Reynir lifts his head and smiles at him, asks if he wants to try to hold him or feed him, Onni blinks.]
I should. Then I can do it if you're busy.
[It seems logical enough, to Onni, though he has a moment of misgiving about whether he'll be able to handle something as small and fragile as the lamb, is a little worried he'll hurt it or make it sick somehow. But he nods, glancing up at Reynir for a moment.]
Should I...move closer?