Malak looks up at him, clings to his words. He doesn't understand the part about energy, but the odds of a human surviving - that makes sense to him, intuitive sense, and he breathes in fresh, shuddering breaths and maybe it makes the looming grief a little less overwhelming.

"Maybe." His voice cracks a little. The kindness of this stranger also means so much to him - someone who would stop what he was doing and take this time to reassure.