[Lyn looks down at the wriggler again and laughs a little, kind of weakly.] Y'know we're probably the worst fucking candidates ever to try and take care of an orphaned wriggler, right? I mean, I basically raised myself and I did a pretty shit job of it.

[Not that he's making any move to distance himself from the wriggler, who is currently nuzzling into the folds of Lyn's oversized shirt, possibly trying to curl up where it's warmest. He seems pretty content at the moment.]