"You value life, yet you risk your own and possibly some of your own warriors for one Andalite female," Terenia's lips twist into a wry grin, "perhaps we have different ideas of what it means to value your own mortality."
She paces the ship, stretching as she goes, her eyes moving across the various displays as though she can understand what they say. She has always relied on her ability to link with the computers via thought-speech, though, and the words are almost as alien to her now as they were ten years ago.
"I have an approximate knowledge of Tamara's Yeerk's feeding schedule. He tries to keep it varied, but there is only so much you can do with three days. He has a private pool in his quarters which he usually uses, except when he feels like socializing. Then he will use the public pool. It is rare, which is why I have only seen Tamara free on that one occasion."
She stops in front of one screen, pursing her lips at the display as though she does not like it, despite being unable to read it, "Tamara cannot morph, and I do not have any holo-emitters, so I do not know how we would hide her form, but I highly doubt that she would come willingly."