"It is a little odd." Definitely very reassuring. ...Hopefully moreso when he remembers to add, "Not a bad kind of odd! It's just... new? I kinda like hearing you laugh."

He scoots back to lie down and pull a quilt over himself - just in time to hope that it makes it a little less visible when he tenses at another peal of thunder. He keeps hoping that one day he'll be over this, and yet.

...And then he can't help an embarrassed sort of laugh. "I guess, given the way this place... apparently works, they've got reason to give people nice beds? Encourage 'em to use them, or... something."