His face shifted toward her voice, and he grinned as she apologized. "Not the most rude I've had. But I appreciate the apology." 
He was clothed in plain fabric, he was so large, though, clothing was clearly hard to find, considering it looked like someone had made the articles out of blankets, patched with scraps of mismatch fabrics. 

"Ysaryn," Envy said to the elf. "If you wouldn't mind, I'm sending you for more supplies today once you're both ready."
Ysaryn's face fell, her eyes going dark. Immediately, she rambled off in her language, arguing and complaining, to which Envy just nodded. 
"I know. I know. Just ... please."
She snarled at him, then dropped the knife she was using on the venison and stalked out angrily. 

Envy pressed his lips thin, then turned toward Kire again. "Are you ready to discuss your ... I'm not sure what to call it. Predicament. Quest?" He hummed. "Unless you're still eating. I won't rush."