Tamora winces as the cool metal presses against the nape of her neck, a whimper escaping her lips. She squeezes her eyes tight, waiting for the device to complete its cruel job. When nothing happens after a few seconds she hesitantly opens one eye. Abruptly the metal object is removed from her neck and she can hear Myitt cursing.
"I'm alive," she sighs, realizing that the device has not worked. Her heart is just beginning to cease racing when Aliciana speaks up, volunteering the use of her tail blade. Her throat constricts and she shakes her head back and forth, as if the violent motion will be enough to tear the rest of her body free.
"No...no, let me go!" she cries, on the verge of panic. She tries to catch sight of Zorish, still huddled in the corner impersonating Derrel, but he is just out of her viewpoint. Her gaze falls back on the female Andalite and her chest tightens at the aliens unforgiving expression.
"Save me!" She cries, biting her lip at the last minute to keep herself from saying Zorish's name out loud.
In the corner Zorish puts his head in his hands. An onlooker might mistake his movements for despair with the overall situation, but in actuality he was hiding the anxiety that he could not prevent from playing across his face. He wished that he could tell Tamora to be quiet, that she would blow their cover, but for once their mind-to-mind connection was severed. Zorish could do nothing but watch it play out, or else all of their lives were at risk.