At the very least, Lazarus feels like there's been some illumination on a topic that was poorly understood before, at least for Micah. He worries that it was too much too quickly and that the young man might not be able to get past the very powerful feelings in the echoes, but it's difficult to predict at present. He and Nathan did have a chance to get to know each other a little before this, after all, as the people they are and not those past shadows leaking into their present lives.

"I have some," Lazarus volunteers, picking up his bag of belongings and setting them on the mattress beside him to rifle through. Not that they've done much for him while he's in a burn ward, not that morphine was always enough, but he's in the habit of keeping some for minor aches and pains. Whether or not Micah was joking, Lazarus is also in the habit of taking such things very seriously. He moves a little awkwardly as he leans over his injured leg, but retrieves the bottle fairly quickly and offers it.