[ Michel pushes himself up from the seat he'd taken, moving to perch himself awkwardly beside Fai on the bed. He doesn't know what kind of consolation he can offer here, but... he can try. ]

I... can imagine it, yes.

[ The sleepy haze, no sense of urgency that would prompt him to wake further. Why would he even give it a second thought? Until later. ]

I don't think anything is certain. Hien seems like he would say what was necessary to end a conversation. But telling you to hope for the best would be irresponsible. Regardless... Yael deserves your anger. If there's something you want to say to him, you should say it.