Sebastian's hands trembled in sadness as he sat besides you and watched as you stared into the night sky, hating himself for not being able to understand the language you spoke. It would make the pain and guilt he felt so much easier to express.

It had been two months since his ship filled with travellers around the universe who had all wanted to live a new life on a different planet had crash landed on this strange world with dinosaurs roaming around everywhere, no passengers surviving. Not until he found a young survivor alive.

He knows you miss your family, drawing stick figures into the ground and looking at him with a smile, speaking to him in your own way. Your smile brings out the emotions he though he once lost after the passing of his own daughter, not having been home in her final moments. You remind him of his daughter, and he's not sure if soothes him or terrifies him.

But he's sick, he has been since the crash, running out of the medication that once kept his deteriorating state stable. He doesn't know how to tell you this, the language barrier making it way too difficult. Especially with the only thing keeping you to stay with him being promised that your parents were still alive at the other half of the crashed ship that he was trying desperately to find to be able to leave.

"Stars, we called them stars." He whispered to you, pointing up to the night sky you watched and drawing a star into the dirt, trying his hardest to communicate with you.