<<Alright captain,>> Illim says, giving Derrel's arms one last stretch before relinquishing control of his host's body. <<Up to you now.>>
He shifts his Yeerkish body more comfortably around Derrel's brain, only half paying attention to what Corliss is saying to Terenia. The two of them, it is clear, have an interesting relationship.
Serid walks back towards the Bar, his dark eyebrows drawn low in consternation. Finding Ossanlin has proven difficult, among the many ships nearby. He glances towards Illim's empty ship as he passes, wishing he could just curl up inside to rest.