One hard part was over. Now came the other.
Ch'rell knew what happened. He'd spun out of his first meltdown. Then collapsed with exhaustion.
He barricaded himself in Krang's old quarters. There he stayed for a few hours.
Ma'riell thought it best to leave him alone with his grief. In time, she knew it needed to be broken. He hadn't eaten yet, nor drank.
She noticed the door slightly open, keeping her from entering the code inward - which only Ch'rell knew now.
She carried a small bowl with slivered corals in a salty broth - a comfort food from home, which she was able to replicate in their new one.
Ch'rell was laying in Krang's bed, disused after many months, but clutching the blanket as if trying to find some sense of familiarity with it; it was faded by now, but he still tried.
He barely passed her a glance when she entered.
Ma'riell found a small table to place the food on and brought it toward the bed.
Ch'rell looked away from her.
"You need to eat." Ma