"Sounds like a pain," Illim remarks wryly and takes several steps ahead. A moment later, though, he stops, realizing that Terenia has not followed him any further. "You okay?" he asks as he turns to watch her. "Look, um, I realize you don't want my opinion, and I've got no real notion of what's going on here, but if that Andalite's telling the truth, you've got a damn good opportunity in front of you."
<<He seems, from my limited conversation with him, to be a strong leader,>> Serid responds, taking several steps for Efaen's one. <<Truly, we are fortunate to find him. As you say, our positions, although honorable, would be seen less than favorably by most of our people.>>
He sighs, straightening his shoulders even more as he combats his inner irritation. It is becoming apparent to him that, even among Andalites who share a tumultuous history with him, he must keep secrets. The benefit of a good Yeerk, he finds himself thinking, is that one continually has a confidante. To go through life with endless secrets one must indefinitely keep is a lonely existence, and one Serid has never known.
Elayne looks up at the approach of a man bearing food to their table. "Looks like you've already gotten the password taken care of," she teases with a smile. "Sure, take a seat."