Xyre tapped his antennae against the window of the biosphere, where a pair of silvery eyes meet his gaze from inside.
"Captain," he says, concern laced in his voice, "You have been sleeping in this pod for six days, isolation for this duration is not safe."
Silence from inside
"I sense emotional distress...is this related to the incident in the habitat ring?"
More silence from inside
"It is not advised for you to be alone," he continued, his antennae now resting against the glass.
"If it is acceptable...I can stay with you."
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