Kire chewed her food, observing the exchange. [i] What had gotten her so upset about a supply run? [/i] Ysaryn was a curious elf—both calm and intense. Kire wondered what she would be like on the battlefield. Turning her attention back to Envy, she huffed at the question of what, exactly, to describe her situation. “Predicament is quite an understatement. Quest, perhaps. Mission might be appropriate. And I can talk and eat, if you don’t mind that.” 

Still, she continued for a few more moments with her meal without talking, thinking it over. “His kind of magic is rather—expensive. Figuratively speaking, because of the power and sacrifices it would entail, and also literally. He requires gems for that. And so far I’ve managed to get my hands on a couple he’s used on his dolls. The second I found at Ziad, attached to a Kartaian corpse that attacked me when I got close. Like I told Rulitus, I don’t think the—elfs? Elves? Know about [i]that[/i] particular feature of Ikegai’s magic.” She huffed, shaking her head. “I was wondering if there’s a way to track his whereabouts through the gems I had confiscated. And I was wondering if there’s anything to be done about my appearance.” She sighed, shaking her head. “It’s like walking around with a target.”