[Sebastian knows how humans work well enough to get it even if Stiles doesn't mention loneliness out loud. He's done with his firewood piles now and immediately moves on to shaving off tinder with a small knife - no such thing as an unproductive moment - even if he still listens to what Stiles is saying, nodding to the words even as his eyes focus on his work.]
Regardless of the kindness of strangers, or the strength of the new bonds one forms, it's never quite the same as the familiarity of home and the comfort of family, of course. [He's the only one from his world here, too. Very lonely, much understand.] Friends of yours? [Or siblings?]