Kiris smiled, mimicking the showing of teeth the way all these variously sized hairless folk did, as Tim introduced himself to her. [color=9ACD32]"I am Kiris, ressa-Tim."[/color]

It was more interesting to listen than to interject, and precisely because Kiris didn't expect the monkeys to be able to read her expression she made no attempt to hide her disdain at Shari being so diminished. It was a cultural difference, she assumed, but then the fellow began to talk to... well, apparently [i]no one[/i]. And then there was Tim to let her know that the fellow was haunted, just in time to convince Kiris that both fellows were perhaps a few bricks shy of a load when it came to sanity.

The meat came and Kiris hesitated when she saw that it was cooked; it seemed a waste of good meat to burn it so, but Tim dug in with vigour and the traveller wasn't one to be rude about food. Her ears flicked upward when she was spoken to, but Kiris didn't take her eyes off her hands as she began to delicately strip the tender flesh from the bones. [color=9ACD32]"Perhaps -- but I will go at Blessed Isle."[/color]