“Don’t be mad but-“ Keegan stepped out of the way as Merricks eyes widened. You, a small child stood quietly covered in dust and bruises, once hostage to the Federation. Your hair matted and your eyes droopy, Merrick watched quietly.

“Who-.. Keegan how?-“ “they were a hostage.” Keegan said bluntly before lifting you up and keeping you at his waist. “I adopted this kid, and i’m giving this little stinker a bath.”