The woman watched him as he stood by the tank. His mate was there. Her host was killed during the destruction of the woman’s world and she’d lost her mate, too.
He was so sad. The symbiote was sad, too. It swam to him and curled on the bottom against the tank where his hand touched it. She understood the desolation.
They were looking for a new host for the symbiote, Lak’ara. How sad if the new host was male. The mate was a handsome man …and kind. He had held her, as she cried.