“He was, huh.” Kire ate lazily. “Guess this cave is full of shallow sleepers. Except perhaps Envy. I don’t like being woken too early, myself. Too bad you can’t exactly punch nightmares,” she added with a shrug of a shoulder. “Where I live? I used to live in a very big city, lowlands. There’s a mountain range not too far away. But lately, I have been moving from sea to mountains. The mountains where most of my remaining family are staying are very high up. Very cold. But it’s safest for them for now. I spend time at sea or seaside ports for important work, when we need things to buy or trade, or to gather information.” She smiled at Ysaryn’s enthusiasm for the sea, and her wish for her people. “You’ll find a new home for them someday, if that’s your wish. You seem very headstrong, I wager you have it in you to lead your people to somewhere nice. I might even help you with that, if I’m able to.” [i]Kire, there you go again.[/i] 

She paused, however, when Zekiel entered. Kire looked between the two of them, waiting to see if they’d spring into a fight. To her surprise, though, he apologized to the elf before stalking off. “Quite right,” she muttered back to Ysaryn. “It will be a long while before these caverns could be [i]home.[/i]” She gestured at her elf companion, her eyes on the bruises. “What happened? I had thought you’d gotten that from training earlier.”