There was much in him that was empty. The effective extinction of his entire species had left a gaping wound which would never heal. The presence of other Vulcans, of his father, mother, and nearly six billion others, was gone, never to return.

But she was present still, a reminder of what to live for, beyond even his logical reasoning. Spock knew that simply by being here, Nyota would aid him in regaining some form of peace. And he would attempt to aid her as well.

He touched her cheek, skin on skin, understanding her thoughts, feeling what she felt, and subtly, with his skill as a telepath, began to send her calm, soothing thoughts, intended to further aid her relaxation.