Slowly Efaen's main eyes open. For a moment they stare in different directions, unfocused. Then they find a point of concentration - Claxter - and focus slowly. At first everything she sees is fuzzy, but after a few moments she can make out the shape of an Andalite, a familiar Andalite. She feels a vague urge to retch, but closes her hooves tightly.
In the releasing of her bonds, Efaen had fallen to her knees. Now that she is conscious she slowly, shakily, pulls herself to her feet. Once she is standing she looks at Claxter, ignoring the non-Andalites nearby.
<I...thank you...young warrior,> Her thought-speak is tentative, as if she is unsure that he will actually hear her.