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You shouldn't resent her for it.
Tess had been just as powerless as you – no, moreso. She'd had no choice, in the most literal sense. No ability to choose anything other than what she was told.
You hate your father too, of course, much more than you could ever hate your sister. But he'd taken special care to never dirty his hands with you. To explain his reasoning, yes, but he always used Tess to enact his will on you, and before that, your mother and brother.
He tried very hard to keep your mental image of him intact, and the worst part is that, for a long time, it had worked.
You don't hate her. You don't. You can't. But when you were both younger, at least half of your anger had been directed at her. As she sat on your legs, her favorite method of keeping you in bed, you'd wailed and ranted at her, for lack of anyone else in the room to blame.
It's not fair, you'd always said. Not fair that she got to run and play, not fair that you were stuck in bed in too much pain to move, not fair that Galen was too busy with emissary duties to be yelled at instead…
But despite that, a couple of years after Tess was “adopted”, you’d decided you would never give her any orders yourself. Her life was terrible enough without you making it worse. When you had told her what to do, to get up and let you outside, she was always the one punished for it.
And she was there because of you. Because you were too weak, because you needed yet another caretaker, but one without the capacity to decide to pity you, go easy on you.
The most infuriating, agonizing part of it all was that, even after her Spark, she did not blame you. She still loved you. She called you her brother all the same.
You hated it. One of very few people who cared about you, not as Galen Ruunaser’s son or as the Elemental Magus, but as Erin, and you did not deserve her. You had hurt her, many times over, and you suspected you would continue to do so.
One of the last things you'd said to her was “You're not my father's slave. No one's forcing you to hold me back anymore.”
You’re so stupid, sometimes.
You could blame the travel being hard on you, or the fear of the Dragon, or the overchannel. But you're sick of making excuses. You had hurt her, again.
And now you must watch as the Dragon uses your body to do the same. Just as powerless as you were before. Unable to speak, much less move even your fingers.
The Dragon comments on your thoughts. Ah, you suppose you are being rather careless today. He’s already using your little grudge against her. Ever manipulative, that one.
You could loosen your hold on consciousness, to give him less material, but you fear so badly what he’ll do without you watching.
So you turn your anger, your rage, your hatred and your fear to the Dragon. It’s cold comfort; he doesn't care what you think about him. But you'd rather be angry at him than your sister. You can't give him anything else to work with.
Instead, you think about trust. You trust Tess to help you incapacitate the Dragon. You trust her to not get hurt, to please stay safe. You trust her with your life, and you can only hope she feels the same.
And the whole time, you fight, to move the body no longer your own, to please, please, clamp your jaw shut and throw yourself onto the ground, but you just can't. You’re exhausted, physically and mentally, and you cannot reclaim any part of the glorified corpse around you.
You want to scream.
You cannot.