Terenia winces slightly as Myitt wakes her. She puts a hand to her temple, as though forcing back a headache. While Ossanlin speaks she is silent, rubbing the sides of her head and wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Tamara's Yeerk does leave the ship on occasion, although it is rare. When he leaves, it is under a heavy guard since he is so valuable," she shakes her head, "he would be more vulnerable, but not by much."
Slowly, Terenia pulls herself to her feet, wincing as though she has been sitting for a long time, though it hasn't been more than half an hour. She looks at the occupants of the ship nervously.
"You aren't the first to try and help me, you know. Jennor...my first host...she almost died because of me. I do not want more death on my hands, if I can help it."
She sighs, pressing her fingers against the bridge of her nose, "you only care because of Efaen. That makes me, and my sister, more expendable in your eyes. If we create a plan, it needs to be one that will not endanger her. I will not lose her too," her eyes fall on Myitt, "you do not need to be a part of this. You are not keeping me here against my will, and I have no qualms with you. I merely asked you to be present so that my side...the Yeerk and the human side...would get a fair say. I will not ask you to put your life on the line for me, though."