The Final Frontier

She followed him, taking his hand gently.

 

"Not terribly," she admitted. "But I got a new sleeping clothing. Juliet helped me!"

 

"They are very soft, Baze," she said enthusiastically. "Like Digit soft."

 

"I'll show you," she told him. "Juliet said you'd like them. She laughed when she said it though. She had a weird look on her face."

 

"She did," she said with a nod. "She said you'd really like them. I don't know, though."

 

She nodded emphatically, going over to the bed and pulling out an unmarked white bag, going into the bathroom and shutting the door.

 

She emerged a few minutes later, wearing a simply enormous onesie with a giant hood that seemed to be a similar shape to Digit's species.

 

Her entire face fell and she sipped the hood back.

“You don’t like it?”

 

She looked quite heartbroken, padding over to him and sitting on the edge of the bed quietly, her hands in her lap.

 

She looked up at him, her brows furrowed worriedly.

“I look like Digit,” she informed him, shifting away from him to lean back against the backboard, tugging on her hair.