This time it's much harder to mask the flush on Micah's cheeks as a byproduct of crying, even though their eyes are still a little watery, unable to completely shake the bad emotional tremors the bombing of Vorkosigan Vashnoi has left them with. Micah smiles a little, sniffling still, and rests their chin in their hands.

"I can only imagine what that's like." They sound a little wistful about it, their voice thick. After a moment they reach out to touch Deanna's hand, their face earnest and serious even behind the slightly flustered look. "I'm sorry. I can't even imagine what it must be like to lose something like that. But I'm going to get you home, Deanna. I'll make sure of it."