The only one awake when she was was Ruli, who had taken himself to the kitchen to work on breakfast for a time, doing what he could with what little they had in order to begin preparations on a meal that would be tasteful and spread along the many mouths here. It was a constant reminder of her, and how he'd brought her into the city and she'd used him to destroy it. His home. Their home. Gone. 
He refused to even consider the condition of his family. Those they'd lost. Those who had lived but he had lost, regardless. 

When he did what he could, he went outside, desiring a workout or another hunt, but he stepped outside and noticed Kire training with herself, running drills and sweating under the barely rising sun. Out of curiosity to her form, he watched her for several minutes before he left her bed, going back inside. 

The cavern woke, the traffic in the pathways thick as people went in and out of the kitchen cavern to grab a bit to eat, finding a place to eat when they had their plate. Ruli took two plates, and went into Envy's room, hiding until the elf woke.
Ysaryn, after a bit of a search, was out through the kitchen tunnel under the shade of the mountain. She had had the same idea as Kire, and was dressed in leathers as she sparred with Bolym. No weapons, only hand to hand, as too many people had complained about the noise of their swords or training batons this early in the morning. 
Her pink hair was pulled up into a plait to keep it out of the way, sweat running along her skin and into her clothing. When Bolym spotted Kire, his eyes shifted, his expression turning into an unhappy -or an unhappier- one. Ysaryn pivoted on her feet to look over her shoulder, and her counterpart pounced, wrapping his arms around her, his arm hooking around her throat. With a snarl, Ysaryn grabbed him and threw him over her shoulder, staring down at him as he sprawled on his back at her feet. 

He scolded her, judging by her tone, and she said something back that at the very least made him smirk. It was short lived, as Ysaryn stepped over him to join Kire. He sat up, scolding again. Apparently he had not decided they were done. But Ysaryn ignored him. Stepping up to Kire, she had more than a few dark bruises marring her already dark skin. "Well met, Chieftess." Ysaryn greeted as Bolym got up and stomped into the cave in annoyance.