i'm terrified that I'll be the catch of the night

Hello sillies and billies and willies! I've got

COMMISSIONS OPEN!

Typically us humans rely on plants to convert co2 back into oxygen, the biodome doesnt have that and as far as we know Erid doesnt have flora. It can be assumed that if Erid does have flora they may not work the same way as the flora on Earth because of the ammonia rich atmosphere.

I imagine the Eridians utilized the system from the Hail Mary that recycles co2 to combat this issue in the biodome.

Now imagine, Grace dies and Rocky is of course grieving deeply. The rest of Erid feels a sense of melancholy and respect for their savior and protector, the bravest human they know, Ryland Grace. This sentiment is felt so deeply throughout Erid that wherever Rocky wanders he cant seem to escape the melancholy that hangs in the atmosphere for far too long but somehow not long enough.

Rocky and the science Eridians that maintained the biodome continue to do so after Graces passing for science purposes. They slowly watch the co2 levels lower as the recycling system does its work. Watching this saddens Rocky. One of the last remaining evidences of Graces existence and bravery he brought to his species is slowly fading away.

Co2 is unique to humans. Its a byproduct of our existence. Rocky heard and watched Graces lungs breathe in a soothing, rhythmic way for years. He watched over Grace when he slept and must have felt comforted by this simple human function over and over. It’s almost like a soft lullaby, unique to Grace and only Grace, his human song. A comforting constant he could always hear and rely on for a reminder that he is safe. Grace is here and Rocky is ok, Rocky is protected and so is all of Erid.

Eridian petting zoo that only has one animal.

It would be good for Grace when he wants more interaction and little pebbles want to meet their only alien. Often leads to sleepy cuddles

and then thinking about all the people who call her cold or uncaring or clinical about what she has to do to save earth. eva stratt, who had silly t-shirts and vodka and favorite meals stored in the Hail Mary and treated with the same level of importance as the finely tuned equipment and the centrifuge the entire planet relies on for salvation.

and then thinking about eva stratt nodding and saying, “yeah, I’m pretty awful. that’s why i’m in charge” with a neutral expression and even believing it. as if crafting the most beautiful coffin and homage to her soon-to-be dead friends won’t haunt her always.

thinking about eva stratt being the first person on the “eva stratt is a monster” train, welcoming ryland grace aboard and knowing she believed in him more than anyone else.