Terenia regains control of her host almost as quickly as she lost it, ceasing Efaen's attempts to get nearer to the damaged War Prince. Instead she stands, rooted to the spot, as a stranger Terenia did not know issued orders. She jerks in surprise when he tells her to go find something to support Ossanlin's back. Her first reaction is to do just that. She steps back a few paces before realizing that it is not her desire obeying the stranger, but Efaen's. She halts again.
<<What good does saving the Andalite's life do me?>> Terenia asks Efaen, <<He is the primary reason that I am stuck on this rock.>>
<<You cannot just watch him die!>> Efaen protests, but Terenia is already looking around for Keshin, her primary target. Seeing that he is conspicuously missing from the group assembled she steps back once more, torn between watching the mad dash over saving Ossanlin's life and disappearing back into the forest.
<<Demorph at least!>> Efaen pleads.
<<What good will that do?>> Terenia scowls, <<You want me to decapitate him and end it quickly? Because I assure you my Dracons would be quicker.>>
<<He needs Andalite reassurance,>> Efaen snaps, <<Perhaps that will be enough to rouse him, to allow him to demorph.>>
<<And you think humans are superstitious?>> Terenia snorts in disdain, crossing her arms over her chest as she gazes down at Ossanlin. She is about to turn and walk away, abandoning the situation for good, when Efaen speaks up again, her voice desperate.
<<I will not allow you to return to me,>> Efaen snaps, <<You know that whether Ossanlin is alive or dead it will come to that. To the rebels allowing me to choose if I want your vile presence. I will refuse.>>
"Dapsen," Terenia curses under her breath, her scowl deepening as she sees the truth to Efaen's statement. She does stomp off this time, but she only goes a short way, back to the tree line, shuffling around until she finds a relatively large log. With a heavy sigh she demorphs to her Andalite form, using her tail blade to carefully slice off a large slab of bark. It is slightly curved, not entirely flat, but it is close enough for her. She bends to pick it up, but the slab is too heavy for her weak Andalite arms. She curses again, wrapping the slab around her tail and beginning to haul it back into the field, towards Ossanlin.
((will post for Tamora later....gotta go to work!))