The sixth finger definitely startles him, making him recoil just slightly from her hand. What the fuck. It takes him a second to realize she is actually answering his questions. Sort of. She seems allergic to detail, but at least it's the beginnings of answers.

He's already plotting out what he wants to pick at next, when she says that last bit. Slumps in the grass like that, and he just falls silent. Watching her. The statement makes his nonexistent heart hurt, and he hates it. He hates that he feels so awful for her so quickly, but all he can think to do is reach out and set a hand on the top of her head, rubbing slightly.

"When's the last time you got some sleep...?"