Randi makes a face at the absurdly specific math in there. "Yes, of course." 

He does not say anything about how maybe the aliens should repay them for their help with aid in fighting Karse, even though he's very, very tempted. 

Tantras returns lugging a chest. "Vanyel's books that you wanted. In there?" Arms full, he gestures with his chin at the shuttle. 

Someone else is bringing some bags of spare servant uniforms and other assorted clothing to lend the aliens. And pen and paper. 

<Thank you.>

"- And my Companion says you might be able to shapeshift into someone with Gifts, if you have them to copy from?" Randi says faintly. (The idea is wild.) "We'll, er, grab someone we can spare - give us a minute to think about who..." 

<Of course. The copying process is not painful or invasive and shapeshifting to that template does not grant us any power over the person or any command of their abilities beyond simple instincts.>

"I get why Van didn't want you using him as the first test case!" Randi says, emphatically. "Someone with Van's power but not his control or training could cause a big mess by accident."

Herald Masha, who has weak Mindspeech plus Empathy and nothing else, is found and asked if she's willing to volunteer for this. She agrees to go north in the shuttle, and arrives a few minutes later with her Companion. 

Arran communicates that the Andalites are very grateful. Do the locals have any questions before he departs? Are Savil and her bonded person-with-sensible-legs coming too?

Yes, they're coming too! This means three Companions in the shuttle, Savil is worried it'll be kind of crowded. She has a ton of questions but probably Vanyel knows the answers to many of them so she'll wait to ask him. 

(And a lot of her questions are for him specifically, like 'what do you mean you've been talking to Leareth???') 

It will be crowded but the shuttles can fly four Andalites when they absolutely have to so it'll work all right.

Savil spends the trip being amazed by the speed of travel and the view, and fretting about Vanyel's wellbeing. 

He seemed like a worthy warrior, and very sensible.

They land in the ship bay of the larger ship, and exit into the room with lots of grass.

Vanyel, after finishing his conversation with Matirin, is sitting cross-legged in said grass and cheerfully giving some Andalites in human form advice on word pronunciation. He's carefully not looking at them because they're still completely nude. 

"Savil!" He scrambles up and heads over. "I didn't think Randi would send you - does he want to swap me back–" He's oddly reluctant. This overall situation might be dangerous, but the place itself is soothing and pleasant to be in and the aliens are a lot more enjoyable to interact with than his parents. 

"No, no, he said you can stay. Since apparently Leareth is sticking his nose in this business, and we know you're the only one powerful enough to give him a fight." A raised eyebrow. 

"- You do owe me a full explanation, ke'chara, but that can wait." Savil is also averting her eyes from all the nudity. "We, er, have some clothes for them. And pen and paper were requested...?" She glances around. "Should I introduce myself - who's in charge -"

<I am War-Prince Matirin-Ashal-Nelinfir, and I command this ship and its crew. Thank you for the artificial skin, I will ask everybody to put it on when in human form.> He imitates the bowing-motion that the humans have been doing.

Andalites proceed with an extraordinary degree of difficulty to attempt the artificial skin.

Vanyel has never seen anyone, possibly not even toddlers, attempt to don clothing with such hilarious incompetence. He gives suggestions and keeps biting his lips in order not to laugh about it. 

Savil does not quite contain a few snickers. 

Eventually the Andalites in human form are not naked! They keep fidgeting with their clothes and making faces.

The Andalites in Andalite form are feeding Leareth's journals to a scanner, page by page. 

Honestly, Savil sympathizes. Clothes are often kind of terrible and she feels a pang of nostalgia for k'Treva, where they're optional. 

She sits down with Vanyel and obtains a quick Mindspeech explanation and makes various fascinating faces, and then gets up and wanders over to stare at the scanner in amazement. 

"Er, need help with anything?" she asks after a moment. 

<Do you know what language to expect these journals to be in once decoded?>

:- No, not really? Er, based on where Van found them, could be Karsite or Valdemaran or maybe Rethwellani. All of which I can read well enough: 

<Then I do not think we need anything, and we can present the decoded journals to you once we are done scanning them.>

Savil spends a couple of minutes gawking at the ship's various interesting features, and then joins Vanyel in putting mage-shielding and wards on it.