Animorphs: Ressurection

[Gumby]

Fisher just sighed irritably, then began drumming the table with his fingers. He turned back to the controller -he'd never thought he'd be talking to a controller- and said, with as much politeness as he could muster:

"Well, now that formalities are out of the way, is there any chance that us star-lost refugees might find some form of quarters, or a place to rest?"

[Terenia]

"Oh, there's definitely a need," Aya says with a nod. "As Terliss said, we command a pretty high price. It's not every day you find a Yeerk crazy enough to enter Andalite space. But it's useful. Definitely useful." She winks at Fisher.

"Right. Beds. Well, this is officially the largest room on the ship. I've got a bit of a room for myself, but it's really just a mattress shoved up against the wall. I can bring you some extra blankets and stuff, but otherwise you'll have to make yourself comfortable in here." She shrugs. "Sorry. We aren't used to visitors."

[Gumby]

Fisher was becoming more acutely aware of how tired he was. And as the exhaustion mounted, and as his learned more and more how hopeless the situation sounded, he slowly stopped caring as much. He on this ship, like it or not. They weren't going to be overtaking it anytime soon, and odds were they'd sleep unmolested for a while. With a slight mental shrug, he leaned back and faced Aya.

"Sure, toss me a wrap. I'm ready for some sleep."

[Estelore]

Reli backed up against the nearest wall and settled into the typical Andalite half-sleep: standing upright, tail coiled against her back, stalk eyes lazily sweeping the room and taking turns opening and closing while the main eyes stayed closed.

[Terenia]

Aya strides over to the same wall that held the food rations and opens a larger compartment, pulling out a small pile of neatly folded, but well-worn blankets. "Have at them," she says, placing the pile on the table. "I'll be in to check on you in the morning. Or, you know, what passes for morning out here." She winks at Fisher. "Don't get into any trouble, alright? I'd hate to end this pleasant meeting prematurely."

She gives the room one more sweeping look, then nods, seemingly satisfied, and turns with a little wave. As soon as she crosses into the next room the door slides shut behind her,  locking the visitors into the room.

[Gumby]

Fisher grabbed a blanket, tossed it over himself, pitched his head back, and began sawing logs. Training Earth's first space warriors had created a need to impress the Andalites with how tough humans were, so they had forced them to sleep all over the place back in training. In trees, in chairs, on tables, on the ground, anywhere. And after a few days of being interstellar refugees, pretty much anywhere was good for sleeping. Fisher was hard asleep in seconds.