Throwing off the urge to end the weak human, he studied Susannah's son. Painfully thin, he had Susannah's brown eyes and black hair. Even without the DNA scan, he would've recognized him. His eyes slanted upward exactly like Susannah's. Unlike Susannah, who always smelled fresh and like the fruit on Earth, the small human smelled like feces and death.
It whimpered again, softly, as if the sound was torn from its emaciated body. As if it knew it wouldn't receive any attention if it cried. "Susannah will cry if she sees him like this. Make him healthy before she sees him."
Viglar dropped his camouflage and held up his medical scanner. "I can help with the injuries, but he needs balanced nutrition over a long period."
Azagor dropped his camouflage as well and went down on his knees. Big brown eyes stared up at him. Seeing Susannah's eyes in that small sunken face hurt something deep inside him.