Zorish grunts. "This way," and makes his way to the left, pausing periodically at seemingly empty spaces of gravel to mutter at them in Yeerkish. "Dapsen cloaked ship," he laments, coming to a halt and doubling over, his hands on his knees as the world spins around him.
<<If you make this body retch, human, I swear->> Zorish hisses at an unresponsive Tamora. Groaning, he forces himself forward a few more paces.
"Well, he's still a suicidal idiot, from what I hear," Chris says, winking at Illim. He pauses, conferring with his suddenly quiet Yeerk.
"Yup," he confirms. "Kes is entirely uncomfortable and will likely remain out of this particular topic of conversation, lest he make my face resemble a tomato."