Sarnate is still depressed about our child dying in her hands. It's been 19 days ever since, She's not her self anymore. I try to tell her to move on she tried but can't anymore. She's crumbled, so I'm surprising Sarnate today with a thing from Earth.
"Sarnate, I have something for you."
"... what is it ..." Sarnate is more than crumbled, she's shattered!
"Here, a plushie from Earth..."
"...i-i, t-thank you." She started crying.
"I have something else."
"Wha-" I kiss her, she kisses me back
"You need to move on, it's OK you have me..."
"Thank you!" She's calm now, no worries. For now...