[ Prosthetics? Michel blinks, a tiny bit surprised at the irony, and smooths his hand over Sinclair's shoulder again. ]

Your family had their own interests, and you have yours. Your sister, who read you all those stories... do you really think she'd be dissatisfied with you preferring literature?

[ Michel would have been touched, he thinks. And proud. Sinclair's real sibling could only have felt that more strongly. ]