"It has nothing to do with trust," Efaen says, reaching down and picking a blade of grass. She rolls it between her thumb and forefinger, inspecting it. "I am a liability. As long as I am alive, people here will die."
Chris is dumbfounded beside Tess, his eyes on the child, a tremor running through his body. His pale, freckled expression flushes, and he squeezes his eyes shut.
<<Too much. This is too damn much,>> he whispers to Keslin, covering his mouth with one hand, but unable to prevent the sob that rips free of his throat. He barely hears the Andalite medic as he tells them what they already know, trying to push back the words that impress themselves on his mind. By the time Varekil finishes speaking he is shaking violently with angry, helpless tears, not caring who sees the leader of the pirate rebellion broken.
It is finally the sharp, ceaseless squalling of the surviving child that snaps Chris out of it enough to move. He crosses the room, looking down at the tiny creature through eyes that are clouded with tears. As gently as he can, he reaches down and lifts the child, holding him to his chest, one hand supporting his bottom, the other his head.
<<Chris, you are shaking,>> Keslin says worriedly. He balks for a moment, then slides into control. The head-to-toe trembling of his host calms somewhat. His hands still shake, but the remnants of Keslin's withdrawal are more manageable than Chris' emotional breakdown.
Still crying, forcing his host's body to maintain some semblance of calm, Keslin crosses the room, back to Tess. He watches the baby as he moves, unable to help his fascination with the small being that he had some part in bringing into this world, however small. The child's crying quiets somewhat, and it blinks up at him.
"Tess," he says, his voice gravelly from tears, grief-stricken and a little awed." He glances over at her, still clinging to the dead child. "Tess, I think he needs you."
<<We should get food too,>> Aya murmurs. <<I'm starving. But Tess first, I agree.>> She hesitates, then adds, <<Lanath, are we going to be okay? These Andalites...you've worked with their kind before...do you trust them?>>