Kire noted the portions on Envy’s plate, the other refugees’ better disposition towards her, and Ruli’s expectedly indifferent reception. She sat opposite the elf, crossing her legs. “You’re quite welcome. After my, uh, [i]quest,[/i],” she paused, her face wrinkling as she heard herself say it out loud, feeling a bit pretentious now, “we could talk about what else we could do to improve things around here. Assuming of course I come back alive at the end of it,” she added with a shrug, before digging into her satchel and taking out the pouch of candied fruit. “Figured I might bring back a treat for the children. Like that boy, Aeron was it? Or you could keep it if you have a sweet tooth.” She took a couple more pieces from the pouch, stuffed them both into her mouth before placing the rest next to where he sat.

She sucked on the sweets in her mouth before speaking again. “Consider it my payment for your help, and my meager attempt to make up for letting my quarry escape in the first place.” She frowned briefly at that, lips pursed, before returning her thoughts to the present. “Ale. Or wine. That’d be good to have around, too,” she added, before she looked around again. “Has Ysaryn come back?”