Even though Illim has known the Yeerk is a nothlit for a while now, it still takes him by momentary surprise that she would have access to thought speech. Of course she would, stupid, he berates himself. Giving Terenia a smile, he says, "Well, I need to find Serid, anyway, so I'll tag along. I wonder how chummy those two are getting."
He peers around them and starts towards the direction of the nearest grassy area, figuring it's as a good a bet as any.
<<It is not without some measure of risk, of course,>> Serid says, <<but so long as they remain in a contained region with no access to materials that will grant them spaceflight, I do not perceive much of a threat.>> He gives an uncomfortable shrug and adds to Efaen, <<Of course, our military will likely not see any other option than... eliminating them outright at war's end. They will likely not cooperate with them at all; it would be too,>> he makes a face, << embarrassing.>>
Trey's exclamation of alarm comes at an ideal time for Elayne to both notice the weapon thief and avoid seeing the grizzly scene of Fiona's death out the window.
"What do you need this for?" she demands of the thief, but her attention is again distracted by the sound of a nearby Dracon shot, followed by Jasper's outburst.
"What the...?" she mutters, trying to get a look at what has happened outside, but at the expression on Jasper's face, she decides she doesn't want to see.
Cinching her Dracon holster tighter, she buckles the leather strap over the top of the weapon.
