<<It's okay,>> Terenia says awkwardly, her own uneasiness over the situation not doing anything to help Mike. She can feel the tips of his ears turning red at their combined embarrassment. <<It's no big deal,>> she mutters, trying to turn her focus back to the issue at hand. Reven seems to have turned his sights on Illim and Derrel, though, and she finds herself paying only half attention.
<<Mike,>> she says at last, giving up on focusing. <<Corliss. Earlier. He said...>> she winces mentally, struggling to keep the expression from manifesting itself physically. <<He told me he loved me.>> How long ago had that been? A day? A few hours? Impossible to tell - but it had been on the heels of her grief over Tammy and, at the time, all she could do was push him away as violently as possible. Then she had been stuck in the pool; stuck alone for hours with nothing to do but think and allow that uneasy conversation to settle in her mind. <<He's not...he wasn't really serious, right? I mean, he's a freaking Yeerk. I'm...well, yeah, I'm a Yeerk but...but it's different. And besides that isn't how it works.>> Curiously, tentatively, she peeks into his memories, wondering if they will provide the answers she is looking for.
<<Very well,>> Efaen says, still clearly loathe to help Terenia in any way. She shifts impatiently as Reven finishes his conversation with her. <<I suspect we will be able to make the final arrangements and depart soon, my Prince.>>
Zorish drums his fingers on the table, Tamora's nails clacking against the grimy surface. When Eshen does not immediately respond he assumes that she is still fighting for control. He turns his sideways glance to Jocun. "I'm not sure I've seen a host that resilient before," he comments mildly. "Usually they give in after a moment or two."