Ysaryn chuckled. Despite her appearance, it was a pleasant, feminine lilt. Following Kire, she eyed the woman with amusement, her fuschia eyes roaming. They slipped into the caves, the aroma of the recently cooked breakfast ideed tantilizing. Even Ysaryn flared her nostrils to fill her lungs with it. 
"Mmm. Yes. I do like the sea. Lots of fish." She agreed. Ysaryn shoved a bit of the meat in her mouth and spoke with her cheeks stuffed. "He was awake earlier. Rulitus." Ysaryn nodded informatively. "Don't know about Envy, he is grumpier than Bolym if woken, so he sleeps." Another flash of her wicked grin, accompanied by small bits of her breakfast. 

"Where do you live?" Ysaryn asked. "Ocean? Mountain? Desert?" She turned around, looking for the teapot and finding it empty. She'd fill it shortly for tea. "It would be nice to find a place for my people. Far from people who hate us. But I would like ocean. So much fish. So much colour."
"I think Envy would prefer mountain. Caves. But it is all he knows, yes? I think─"

She fell quiet, instantly bristling as Zekiel strolled in from the outside, making his way to the main cavern. Their eyes met, and both glared, but Zeke paused, his grey eyes wandering to her neck. 
"Sorry about that." He muttered in passing. 
Ysaryn only hissed at him, never taking her eyes off of him until he was gone again. Quietly, she muttered a string of curses under her breath, and resumed eating.
"Caves do not get much fresh air." Ysaryn said darkly. "Much is needed."