Tamora watches in surprise as Myitt actually listens to her. As soon as the sluglike body hits the floor she approaches, keeping her Dracon leveled on Tara. Bending down, Tamora feels along the cold, metallic floor of the Bug until her hand touches the slimy lump of flesh that is Myitt. She picks up the slug, holding it gently in the palm of her hand and quickly backing away from Tara and Mar.
"She brought this on herself," Tamora says, glaring at Tara, as though daring her to disagree. Her fingers close around the Yeerk, applying slight pressure. An expression of pain crosses her face and she looks away from Tara, determined to finish the deed. She applies more pressure, but then, abruptly, her grip weakens.
"I...I can't..." her fingers loosen and she examines Myitt. So small, so helpless. It's not fair, Tamora thinks, it's not fair that I should have pity for this creature after what it did to me. To Zorish. God, I miss him. It hurts so much...
Tamora's eyes widen then, an idea coming to her - an idea that will avoid bloodshed and still force Myitt to pay her debt. Clutching the Yeerk to her chest, Tamora shoots Tara a possessive, jealous glare.
"She's mine now." Tamora announces, raising Myitt to her own ear. "You can't have her."