Aletayria is always open to comforting others. It was one of the reasons so many here called her mother, whether they were hers or not. She is glad to sense that the torment was long in the past. The idea of being safe with a partner surges a wave of contented love from the Anthean, one strong enough that Tom smiles though he is focused on Soundwave.

"I don't think he has shared any of his poetry with anyone for many years. He's hard to get close to but it's worth it if you can. Thomas is very old and very wise."

Tom had broken off from the other two to give Soundwave his undivided attention. He listens and can't help the disappointed sigh. "I'm caught in the middle of something like that, I think. Antheans and Humans need to find peace or I don't think either species is going to survive. There's a lot of fear and hostility. I can only think it would be the same between two divergent factions of the same species."

He is trying not to put human ideals on aliens, something his wife proved was necessary over and over, but sometimes that was difficult.