Micah, like most Betans, isn't especially shy about physical contact. In fact they find a great deal of comfort in it, especially now. They squeeze Deanna's hand a little, sniffling, and nod.

"Thank you, Deanna." Their voice is quiet, but there's a world of gratitude in those words. "I'd appreciate that. I'm... I didn't want to be around the ghem soldiers for obvious reasons, but I'm not really...in the mood to be alone."