Aegir had sensed her weariness at his words despite the fatique coursing though her but he explained himself. The ship and your two prisoners of course.

Minerva took a deep breath before she responded, Ah, good. .....I w-want to make sure they can never t-terrorize...the galaxy again.

I do not think they will be in such a position to terrorize the galaxy, but I am long lived and when they can, perhaps you'll find a need for assistance yet again.

He stroked the side of her face with his fingers, mouth tendrils swaying slightly, then he turned slithering away at his usual leisurely but slow pace.

Minerva was a little disturbed about the thought of asking for his assistance again, but he did come in handy that time. Still the tired agent could only watch as he walked down the hall.