Lak’ar’s host died, injured in the battle; they had no new host. Malek had lost his human mate, and his Tok’Ra mate’s future was uncertain. She floated in the tank. He stood, watching, touching the glass of the tank. Desolate.
He mourned Starana. Losing Lak’ar, as well, would be a severe blow. They had been mated for several Centuries.
He watched her, as she curled next to his hand, as it pressed the glass. She mourned and worried. What if her new host was male? He sighed. At least, she would still be alive.