[For a moment, Onni is just quiet, looking at Reynir across the table while he parses both what he'd said and how he'd said it. That Mikkel was great but that he wouldn't be the same, and the way he says that he's very glad Onni is here with a small smile at the corners of his mouth.

It isn't as if it's about the ability to speak Icelandic or anything, Mikkel had spoken it better than Onni himself does. For a moment, he contemplates it, mouth pursed a bit as he picks at the fruit on the top of his cereal, flipping over a piece of strawberry and then scooping it up with a bit of grain. It's that connection, he thinks. The one that allowed Onni to hear Reynir through the dream realm, while he was awake, from two countries away when he'd cried for help. There is something there, and not even Onni can really deny it, no matter how much he refuses to talk about it or even think about it too much.]

Mm. I suppose it wouldn't be the same for me either, if it were someone like Siv, for example. Or even one of the other mages I knew from home.

[It's oblique, but it still is a reference to that connection, to the fact that there's some intangible thing between them that, despite his education and reading, even Onni can't quite understand or name.]