<I am calm,> Terenia snaps, clearly not remotely calm, <I just, he just...argh!> she throws her arms up in frustration and begins to pace.
<I was perfectly prepared to talk to Ossanlin, and that dapsen had to waltz in throwing out his opinions when he has no idea what is going on. If I had my way he'd be dead right now.>
<You are completely mad,> Efaen says mildly. Her own fear has drained, she is paying attention to Claxter.
<Shut up, you,> Terenia hisses, <don't you ever seize control like that again.>
<Would you like me to ask politely next time you are about to decapitate someone?> Efaen asks, <I do not believe that there was time.>
<I don't care!>
<Terenia, Claxter is right. You need to calm down,> Efaen says, <why don't you let me have control for a few minutes?>
<No!> Terenia cries, alarmed, <you just want to talk to the Andalite!>
<Yes,> Efaen admits, <but it would give you a rest. And you can always regain control when you feel ready to do so.>
Terenia frowns in frustration at the idea. She hates to admit it, but Efaen is right. She could use a moment to control herself and think things over. The caped man had set her off in a way that she had not experienced for a long time. She hadn't even realized that she was still capable of such volatile reactions anymore.
<Alright, fine,> Terenia says at last, <but don't expect this to become a regular thing.>
<I will most certainly not,> Efaen says gravely. Terenia sighs and relinquishes control. Nothing changes outwardly, of course, except for a slight change in expression. Her eyes soften and her expression becomes less furious and more concerned.
<Claxter?> Efaen asks tentatively while Terenia sulks in a corner of her mind.