Nebula held Tony. She didn’t know what else to do. There was little air and no food left. He needed medical attention, more than she could give him. He was dehydrated and hungry
He woke her with his screams and she picked him up like a child and held him, singing to him as if he were her child. He’d calmed but she had not let him go.
He’d been unexpectedly kind to her. The least she owed him was to care for him and, if need be, assure he didn’t die afraid and alone.
She kissed his sleeping face.