We love, we protect, and we only want you to carry our own with you when you escape. Please, please, take our tiniest and most vulnerable with you when we sacrifice ourselves for an exit (X1000% if it's our pets, who can't even deal with the galaxy we brought them into) ---HUMANKIND c/- Protection
"You lot go on, I'll catch up. Just do me a solid, okay? Make sure Tibbles is safe with you." Human Fil was torn between what they planned to do and the promise they needed in order to do it.
"Tibbles will be safe with us," vowed Gork, even though Human Fil's phlegmatic pet lizard scared five colours of crap out of them. It set off every single one of Gork's instinctual hazard alerts. Nevermind that the creature had two modes - slow and slower - it felt to Gork like it was a three-Siwu package of concentrated threats.
The Human had told the Last Lie, and the ship was falling apart around them, but Gork kept their word. They got together three of Human Fil's best friends and gathered up lizard, terrarium, bed and toys. No matter how creepy its skin nor constant its gaze nor unnerving its flicking blue tongue was. The sacrifice did not include the most vulnerable that Human Fil had pack-bonded with.