Micah listens in the rapt, wide-eyed way they always do when someone has their complete attention -- a little unnerving to some, perhaps, but Deanna has never had a difficult time commanding Micah's attention. They let out a soft little sigh when Deanna laces her fingers together with theirs, and they squeeze her hand gently. They're quiet for a moment after Deanna's done speaking, looking contemplative.

"I can only imagine," they say quietly, and it's true, but Deanna paints a clear picture. Micah understands about as well as any ordinary human could. They shift closer to her on the bed, tilting their head toward her. "It sounds like it must get lonely."