Tamora regards the human version of Prince Ronny with only a fraction less trepidation. She keeps her hands clutched firmly around her drink and watches him suspiciously, not volunteering any words to add to the conversation.
"I'm not a dream you grass-eating moron," Terenia snaps, temper flaring up slightly. She bites her lip, to prevent any more scathing words. Instead, she forces herself to speak calmly, an act that takes visible effort, "You've caused me a lot of problems, yeah. In fact, thanks to you, indirectly, I have a hit the size of Wisconsin on my head. Not to mention that dapsen sister of mine lurking in the shadows. But..." she falters, trying to remember what she had felt in the woods when Ossanlin was unconscious. What was it that made her decide to drop her vendetta?
"Look," she says, unconsciously moving closer to Corliss, as though he can protect her from her own words, "You've made my life hell the past few days, but you also just almost died trying to get to the person who tried to kill me. I guess...I guess even though everything you have done has hurt me, that wasn't what you meant. You were trying to help. You truly thought that you were doing right by me and right by my situation and..." she takes a deep breath, a funny sort of tightness suddenly growing in her chest, "and I can't be angry at anyone who legitimately tries to help me. Even an Andalite.
"So - I guess what I'm saying is - I mean....I'm sorry. I'm sorry I made things more difficult on you. I'm sorry I didn't give you straight answers. I'm sorry that I bailed on your trip back to Earth. I'm sorry that I told Visser Three that you were there. I'm sorry that-" her voice catches and she falls silent. The tears are back again and she finds herself wondering why she finds herself crying so damned often in this place.
"I'm just sorry," she finishes lamely in a barely intelligible whisper.