"Mm, that's accurate enough." he says, pale eyes still locked on Cole while he listens to what he's saying, expression interested and intent. Cole explains how spirit mages work in his home of Thedas, and makes a soft hum in his throat - it really is close enough to what Onni does with his own gods that he feels a little spike of excitement, of hope. Hope that maybe they won't be relying on Reynir's runes and Lalli's rifle for safety, that he'll have some chance of being able to protect the people he cares for.

And when Cole says that spirit healers call on Compassion for their trade, he tilts his head, curious.

"And that's you, isn't it? Is your name Compassion?" He asks it in a low, interested voice, his gaze fixed intently on Cole's face.

The information about other spirits here having been changed by the red shift is disheartening, but Onni thinks that maybe, maybe he can manage to find some that still know how to listen. His luonto is strong, he thinks perhaps he can work with spirits that other mages might not be able to. There's no shred of ego in it, simply a knowledge of his own limits and abilities.

But that's for later. For now, he's more interested in Cole's answer.