Efaen tilts her head to the side, listening to Claxter's questions. When he does not accept the communicator she sighs and lowers her hand.
<Warrior Claxter, I fully trust that Prince Ossanlin wishes to do all he can to assist me. What can I expect to come from a Yeerk sympathizer though? If his alliances are known in the Electorate, even if they approve on him, they will watch him closer than any other Princes. As soon as the Electorate knows that I am not dead, that I am alive and was imprisoned within the Empire, they will overrule anything Prince Ossanlin can say and send me back to the Homeworld.>
She straightens up, giving Claxter a piercing stare. <We are in a war, and I intend to be as useful as possible. That means that certain risks become necessary.> Her tone softens slightly, <I know that you care for me, Claxter, but we are at a pivital moment in this war. There is no time for petty emotions.>