<sub>[There's a small shake of her head at the question, in a bid to ease his worries. That's all she sees on his face right now - worry. She may have been blind to it before (or rather, she didn't care) but like the Grinch her heart has been growing in size on the regular lately. It's as problematic as it sounds.

Out comes a hand to rest atop his head, to smooth his hair from the crown and back. His little cowlick pops up immediately, which has her smiling despite herself. She's always found it cute, that little piece.]</sub>

I've been fed and cared for. Not as grandly as I'm used to, but I've learned to adapt. I've lived in worse conditions before.