"We're happy to make adjustments to make you more comfortable regardless."

<Arethel would be so disappointed in me. It is really quite all right.>

Girl Amentans continue attempting to thwap Andalites with sticks!

Andalites mostly get over their reluctance to spar with girls though they maybe go easier on them. Arethel does not go easier on them.

An Andalite gets jabbed in an uncomfortable location with a stick and spins around, moving his tail much faster than he had been, and slices the stick in two lengthwise stopping his blade right at the stickholder's hand.

Matirin glares at him. He apologizes.

"Whoaaaaa," laughs the stickholder, "I better watch out!"

Matirin's eyes slowly swivel back to their normal activity. <If they get upset with you over something and shoot you I can do nothing about it,> he reminds everyone.

<We were really counting on you to personally catch all the bullets>.

Glare. Only one-eyed, though, the other one keeps scanning.

The Andalites will spar until there's a local sunset to witness, and then darkness.

The soldiers have a shift change. "It's about time I went back into the city," says the blue. "I'll be back tomorrow morning a little after sunrise."

<Of course. Thank you so much for the time acclimating us.>

Andalites sleep in a herd.

Soldiers take pictures. The internet thinks that's ADORABLE.

Yes. Adorable. Adorable harmless aliens who don't understand their own starships.

The blue arrives bright and early the next morning at a jog, changes out of jogging clothes in one of the military tents, and then goes to meet Matirin for the morning.

"Kalana!" he says out loud. "I practiced. Isstt. Hisssss. I am not perfect but I can talk. Awk."

Kalana avoids bursting out laughing! She grins instead. "That's amazing! Your translation technology is much better than ours."

"It has to handle all kinds of languagess. A great technical achievement. Makes diplomacy so much easier, I no longer had to lean on my father."

"Lean on him for -?"

"Spoke everything! Dozens and then when we got good implants for information storage hundreds. He developed the chips."

"Goodness, a polyglot and an inventor."

"Those are at least to you both green, yes -"

"Yes, he'd fit right in green. Blues often learn a lot of languages too, though. And translation simple is a yellow job."

"I think I would have done diplomacy in peacetime. I enjoyed it greatly."

"That's blue." Grin.

"Blue is clearly the best one! Except I can't imagine competently conducting a war without having served in the chain of command."