Miniver understands. Not directly, not word-for-word like a psychological evaluation, but he empathizes, sympathizes, and, half instinctively and half logically, keeps his distance, moves slowly, and speaks quietly once he returns with Henn and helps her pass around the drinks. He takes a seat across from them despite sort of wanting to be near Artan to offer support... but he thinks maybe Artan doesn't really need that, so he stays away, far enough that he hopes it makes Michelle more comfortable.
"I'm the odd one out here, I'm afraid," he says with a bit of a sheepish smile. "I'm really not part of this place except by being friends with shorty here and a few others... but not even really CLOSE friends with any of them except Artan, sort of. So um... you know, I'm really not usually here... ever. You don't have to see me unless you want to and even then, sometimes I take some finding. Not right now, I um... I'm staying mostly with this girl who's carrying my baby... but usually I live with my husband and brother and these two pirate guys and um... Well anyway, long story short... uhh... there was no story." He pauses and sips his sadly non-alcoholic drink. "Quick, Henn, say something insightful and comforting!"