Un niño humano consuela a un extraterrestre triste que se va a casa para un funeral. -- Anon Guest
[AN: Translated- A human child comforts a sad alien who goes home for a funeral.]
The Human child had been staring at Passenger Wat for most of the journey. She hadn't really noticed, given the depths of her grief. They had a small packet of tissues ready one hand, and a pre-chewed teddy bear in the other.
"It's okay to be sad," said the child, possibly repeating what they had been told by a guardian. "You can borrow Mx Pobby if you want."
Parts of the teddy bear bore evidence of long and intense oral exploration. Just thinking about the potential vectors in the soft fabric was alarming. "Thank you," she accepted the tissues, "but you can keep Mx Pobby. I will have someone to hug very soon."
"M'kay," said the child. "Is there a fix?" That had to be another Parental phrase.
"No," sighed Wat. "No fixes for this. It has to be moved through and then after, moved forward."
The child nodded, as if a Human Toddler could understand such immense things as a world without a loved one. "Big sads," they said. "Good memories make for really big sads. Nanna explained."
"Yes," allowed Wat. "They do."
"The good news," said the kid, "is you can keep the good memories. And one day, it won't be so sad any more."
That day seemed a long time away, right now. Nevertheless, it was something to look forward to.
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