<My allegiance lies with those who will best help me destroy the Yeerk filth,> Efaen says, <They are a threat to the Andalite people, and a plague to the galaxy. Terenia's sanity, or lack thereof, has nothing to do with me. I only ask that you do not destroy her on the premise of being a Yeerk, as that is not what she truly is.> Hey stalk eyes flicker to the tupperware, a flash of concern crossing her face. She knows that Terenia is a possible escape route, should the other Andalites decide that she is not worthy of fighting the Yeerks.
<Tell me, Prince Ossanlin, if I were to undergo the ceremony and receive warrior status, what is to prevent the Prince's from shoving me to the side, assigning me ship duty, while others take on the glory of destroying the plague.> She keeps her tone carefully respectful, not wanting to offend the only Prince around, but also not wanting to back down and act like some eager aristh.