[He nods, and has pulled himself together enough to look at her again. Chesed has shifted again to sit instead of lie down. She's feeling her human's restlessness, and he refuses to do anything about it, choosing instead to tense. It's not a good thing if he has nothing to do with his hands. She Stretches, deciding the topic is safe enough to talk about.]

We have found and made a new home. You do not need to worry. This isn't the first time my tribe has faced pointless persecution. We will endure, and try again.