[Lalli can't do anything for Onni's distress. Even if he knew what to do, his limbs feel like lead. All he can do is watch and wait, uselessly, the same as he's always done whenever Onni loses composure.]
A few months. Nobody knows how to get home, we're all stuck here.
You should talk to Reynir, he's your friend. [He's better at helping you than I am, he thinks but doesn't say.] He's tall and has red hair and always looks like he doesn't know what's going on. He lives with us.
[In a faraway sense Lalli realizes he's panicking, in the same way he does when he's on patrol and caught out by beasts--clamping down on his fear and acting only on instinct, purely focusing on survival, so that he can go to pieces later instead. But this isn't a survival situation and he has no instincts here; he simply doesn't know how to fix this.]
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A few months. Nobody knows how to get home, we're all stuck here.
You should talk to Reynir, he's your friend. [He's better at helping you than I am, he thinks but doesn't say.] He's tall and has red hair and always looks like he doesn't know what's going on. He lives with us.
[In a faraway sense Lalli realizes he's panicking, in the same way he does when he's on patrol and caught out by beasts--clamping down on his fear and acting only on instinct, purely focusing on survival, so that he can go to pieces later instead. But this isn't a survival situation and he has no instincts here; he simply doesn't know how to fix this.]