So ask for him to anyway, and if he can't, just... just learn to live with it.

( Which isn't easy, but she's distracted from thinking too hard on it with holding on to Drift and resituating herself as he tucks her in where he does. She thinks wryly how she's probably a bit more comfortable because she can't feel parts of herself go numb or have uncomfortable encounters with unforgiving metal, but doesn't say anything about that. She rests both her hands on Drift, smiling as much as she can, )

It's the only home for a few people around. You're not alone here, not in that, and not in the rest I bet.

( She pats him again, wondering what it means... really. )