"No."

"...Urtho, what happened." 

"General Shaiknam betrayed us," Urtho says eventually, tired and heavy. "I think we will lose the Gate-terminus. I can - make them pay a great deal for it, if so, make it a victory barely worth their while, but nonetheless." 

The Healer says nothing, just opens the door and lets the Mage of Silence in. "I'll translate for you. Can only communicate with them in Mindspeech." 

Urtho sits down. His expression is grim. 

"My name is Urtho. This is my Tower. I want to know who you are and what you were doing over Predain and previously over our supply station in Tantara." 

Lady Cinnabar relays. 

Her head feels a lot better, actually. Not great -- she has no idea how long it's been, and loud voices are bad, and she doesn't really want to open her eyes, but - significantly better. It's worrying that Mhalir isn't answering?

Mhalir? Am I supposed to answer? She supposes she can truthfully say that she wasn't herself doing anything.

<We need to explain - Ma’ar, the war - stop it...> He isn’t sounding especially coherent.

Mhalir needs medical attention, she thinks back at the woman who is asking questions, worriedly. 

:I noticed, I was already worried about him - he doesn't seem any better?: She says something to the man, who frowns. 

Oh, if she's just reading their minds anyway then he doesn't need to try to talk, that's much easier. 

<From another world> he thinks, as clearly as he can, which isn't very. <Have - different magic, ships that can - go between the stars - need the war to stop.> 

I don't know what exactly was going on, Mhalir's not my usual Yeerk, she adds. He and his usual host were doing surveillance to learn about the war. 

The woman's eyes widen; she holds up a hand, and says something very rapidly to Urtho. 

He freezes. 

"One moment. I think we need to - back up and start at the beginning..." He blinks, rubs his eyes, shakes himself a little, all with the air of someone suddenly wondering if he's dreaming right now and then trying and failing to wake up. "What's your name?" he says to the woman, not unkindly. "Let's start there." 

Lady Cinnabar relays this in Mindspeech. :He means you, er, the human: 

"Maggie Graeber."

"Maggie," Urtho says gently. "Welcome to my Tower. I promise, I am not going to hurt you." His breath sighs out. "You - come from another world? And - Mhalir, is that right - is a...'Yeerk'? What are Yeerks?" 

Relay. :He means it: the woman adds. :Urtho is - a good man: 

Maggie is really confused but usually unless you are a massive asshole you don't hold it against the hosts, much, whatever situation you're upset about. "Yeerks are aliens. From a faraway planet, I mean. They're really little and squishy and they can live in your brain and you hurt Mhalir, I'm worried about him, normally if we're banged up they weather it better than we do."

"I am sorry to hear that. It does sound worrying. Lady Cinnabar, can you tell...?" 

She relays this automatically to Maggie, and then shrugs helplessly. "I don't know! He's all sort of spread out in her head - I can mostly tell what's him and what's her but I can't see very well how he's - put together, when they're all intermeshed like that. She was hurt bad, though, the Healer out in the field had to stop some bleeding in her skull, if it'd been another thirty minutes before she got Healing it'd have gone a lot worse. They were both unconscious for almost twelve hours before waking up. Reckon any other injuries wouldn't affect him as much - they don't share a circulatory system or anything, she could bleed to death and he'd come out all right - but a head injury in particular, I mean, he's right there..." 

"Is his life in danger?" 

"I - don't think so? His life-force isn't weakening over time." 

"Then we need to question them first, and then figure out what treatment he needs." Sigh. "I am sorry. Moving on. Why did you and the, er, Yeerks, come here?" 

She relays this, along with the fact that from what she can tell Mhalir isn't deteriorating and that she promises to figure out better what's wrong with him, but after the more immediate emergency is dealt with.