Kiori was glad to see Rylee grin and wanted to return the expression, but it seemed as though the only muscles in his body that had atrophied were those required to make a smile; all he could muster was another faint curl of the lips. He remembered their disastrous first drink together well. The ale was horrible but he put on a tough face and pretended that he liked it. Rylee had made no attempt to hide her opinion of the drink. "I've been to many towns and cities," Kiori began, "and I have sampled drinks both exotic and traditional from all over the world, and to this day my father's ale remains one of the repugnant liquids that ever made its way past my lips. I don't know how my father drank that stuff, or how I even managed to keep it down for that matter. But I guess its a good thing that you don't drink. All alcohol does is turn decent folk into fools and fools into dead men."

The room was cleared of rubble and the bed was set up. "Well, you'd better get as much sleep as you can now. We'll have a lot to do tomorrow." As he spoke, Kiori began walking about the room, surveying the building for anything that could be used against an intruder. "I'm going to the cooking area. I'll be back," he said quietly, and proceeded to examine that area. Just as he figured, their cook had left behind a couple of knives. They were not particularly large or valuable, and they were dull and rusted from exposure, but they were not beyond repair. Rylee's constable blade was a far more effective weapon, but if they were going to survive she needed at least one spare weapon. 

He returned to their room with the knives in hand, but didn't bother explaining what he was doing with them. If he could clean them up tonight, he could give them to Rylee in the morning and explain how best to use each one. For now, it was best that he held them lest any intruders decide to use them instead. "I'll wake you when it's time to change shifts. Goodnight." It seemed that the warmth that had been so desperately trying to force its way into Kiori's voice as soon as he took his role as a vigil. Even though meeting Rylee had rekindled some of the humanity within him, it would take more than one meeting to undo the mental conditioning of the Assassin's Guild.