Tail swish. <There’s a planet with mindreaders. Military secret.>

<Apropos of...?>

<I can’t say I disapprove of you running off to sell Andalite technology to aliens but I don’t see how to let you do it, not while connecting our people with help in the war, which we need.>

<You planning to stop me?>

<I am trying to figure out how not to.>

<Eskillimi says some of 'em can't hear thoughtspeak and probably also can't be mindread.>

<I can be.>

<I make lighting. It's not strategically relevant. And maybe they'd sooner have me than you and a war.>

<...I think we are talking past each other. I’m going back, if this turns out to be possible. They’ll have a lot of questions for me. If you’re running off to commit  serious crimes, I’m going to find those questions hard to answer. Do you have a solution to this problem or should I go back and say, yes, she ran off to live among the aliens, don’t check up on her.>

<You can say yes, she ran off to live among the aliens, too bad she got there by magic and all we know about their star is 'it's yellow'.>

<Sure.>

<'Preciate it.>

"Ismea's here and wants Isama or Ismat, whichever, to let her morph them," says Eskillimi.

"Why not me?"

"She's female."

"Huh."

"I don't mind, I want a look at the Andalites anyhow." Out goes Isama. "Hullo. Which of you is me?"

<I am.>

<I am Caranth. I met her six minutes ago.>

"You're one of my husband, yeah? My daughter says the universe likes to set people up."

<Don't get ideas.>

"No?" She holds out her hand.

<No. I'm probably not even going to spend time on the same planet as him in the future and I'm sure he prefers it that way.>

< - I didn't say anything! You announced you were leaving!>

<Feel free to contradict me.>