Zorish lets out a heavy sigh with Derrel's lungs, relieved that he regained consciousness quicker than Tamora had the past two times she had been knocked unconscious.
<If you are very, very lucky, that will be what happens, Derrel,> Zorish comments, <although your ignorance will likely only last a few months, maybe a few years, until the Yeerks take over Earth in its entirety.>
Zorish then focuses his attention on the sputtering Tamora, who is struggling to breathe between her running nose and gasping sobs.
"Tamora," his voice is the sharp, authoritative voice of a Sub-Visser, and yet it holds a slight edge of softness to it, "Tamora I am fine. Calm yourself."
"But - they - are - gonna -" Tamora chokes, "kill - you." She then lets out a hopeless wail, "They're gonna kill us all!"
"No one is dying, Tamora," Zorish lies softly, "calm down and clear your head. Have I taught you nothing?"
It is with great force of will Tamora manages to slow her breathing down until Zorish cannot tell if she is crying or not. Tamora focuses on the in and out of her lungs expanding and collapsing, blocking out the clear images of destruction that had driven her into such a terror. It takes time, but after a few minutes only silent tears still flow freely down Tamora's face. Zorish's voice has allowed her to regain some semblance of control over herself.