Ysaryn shrugged, moving around to eye the damage on the meat. Sid was not a cook, but often tried, and the results weren't always good. As Kire admitted she was also a chieftan, the elf nodded. "If I kept at home, it would always mean nothing. Out here, maybe I can find a place where it would mean something. Away from the men." Her eyes went to Kire. "Maybe you are here so it will mean something again?" She guessed. "Also, being here is better than sitting in nothing."

She raised a finger and prodded part of the venison, testing how cooked it was before licking her finger. Kire's question about Rulitus didn't get an answer at first. Ysaryn considered it, stepping away to circle her hearth again as she drank her tea, her long braid swaying behind her. 
"I tolerate because Envy says hes good. Like you." Ysaryn said after a time. "His magic ... it is different than yours. And Envy." She frowned at the meat, trying to find the words to explain. "Envy is hard. But ... good. Helpful. And you. Hard, but helpful. Good. He smells ... like nothing. Beneath the stink. I mean. Neutral. Can be good or bad. I don't like that. If he becomes good, then," She shrugged once more. 
"People like him, I find in my life, can smile and be helpful, while still being bad. Can drop the good for blood." Her face wrenched up as she made a sour expression. "Does that make sense?"