Makola wasn't sure how to say that sometimes this whole place felt like a bad dream. Not all the time. It was a lot better now than it used to be, now that he could understand basic conversation and he knew where everything was. But he had left the only home, the only life he had ever known, and some days that hit him harder than others. He only nodded, slowly, the whites of his eyes shining in the moonlight.
"Sometimes I try sleep outside," he admitted in an attempt to be helpful. He understood not being able to sleep in a small closed space. "If it is warm... is better sleeping. But here, lots of, um..." he made a scuttling gesture with his fingers, annoyed at himself for forgetting the word. He should know this.