He's going to kill them they have to get away--
she commands it--
and then they are away and it occurs to her that she never specified where to. She slowly unclenches her arms from their death grip around her sister and looks around.
She considers this.
"Don't know Amentans. Amentans don't know magic. Need to know Amentans learn magic understand magic, understand doesn't--" she considers. "Understand things need doesn't do. Need to understand safe."
She nods. "And--Amentans learn magic dangerous, magic dangerous--" she makes an illusion of a floating alien hitting another alien with lightning, then firmly banishes it and shakes her head.
"'Amentans learn magic' dangerous to 'Amentans doesn't magic'. Need understand Amentans learn magic not magic to Amentans not magic dangerous."
"- maybe we should start with some more Oahkar lessons. Now, I can get a linguist in here, but the more people know about you the greater the chance everything gets out of control with you in the middle, so I think I'll try myself for a bit, okay? And if I'm a lousy teacher we can get one of the senator's polymaths."
Nod.
She illusions someone stabbing another person. The stabbed person falls over with an unrealistic fountain of blood and doesn't get up again. She gestures and raises an eyebrow.
Illusion of a cannon. "Murder--one dangerous thing." She starts ticking off numbers on her fingers.