Alic stayed next to Asmodee, glaring down at the yeerk in his head. <Ossanlin, If the slug wishes to die painfully, let him. He can starve.>
Noticing the restraints giving way, she raised her tail slightly, ready to slam he flat of her blade into Asmodee's head to knock him unconcious.
<I would sit still, yeerk.> You could "hear" the anger in her thought-speech. Threaten her Ossanlin, and she wasn't going to be happy. Alic had finally found something more worth living and fighting for, and no one would threaten to take him away from her. Especially a dirty, slimy, slug.
<Fortunately for you, yeerk, Ossanlin isn't faking his sympathy. Now, me, on the other hand... You're lucky I haven't cut you out myself!>