Keshin bites his lip, looking a bit perturbed by Simon's question. If they told him what was wrong with Joanne, they'd be telling a perfect stranger about one of their biggest weaknesses. If they didn't tell him, they might be wasting an opportunity to fix it. He seemed genuine enough. Keshin knew that Joanne disliked his decision here, but he had to try. It was important.
"We process energy...incorrectl y," states Keshin unsteadily, shifting Joanne's weight. "When Joanne's body turns food and other chemicals into glucose, the cell processes that do this also create some kind of...let's call it an irregular waste byproduct. This byproduct wreaks constant havoc on the bloodstream and probably a dozen other organs. Mostly it effects Joanne's circulatory and nervous system, causing them to work much faster than the speeds for which they're designed. Her body can't handle the pressure. Without Yeerk medicine, she would have been dead years ago from either a heart attack or cancer. She didn't know it, but she was dying when we met."
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Mar snarls at Zorish's callous statement, very nearly baring his canines like a set of fangs. "What do you know, Yeerk? I have known Myitt longer than most of her close friends, through Time itself. She is very rarely enamored with me, but that will not end my assistance. I have very little else to---"
Mar whips around, suddenly noticing Claxter. Ossanlin's blasted little stooge. He's rambling about...what was he saying? Mar's body slowly untenses and returns to normal. The War-Prince was in some kind of trouble. Mmm. Best to trail the Andalite and find out what was wrong. Mar then glances back at Zorish and responds rather evenly, "Sweet Myitt will come. I may not know what is said, but I will know if she encounters any trouble."
Mar then turns to Claxter and says, "I will come to the Mirage with you. Take me to see the War-Prince."
