Kire stayed quiet as Ysaryn explained, watching her fetch water for the kettle. She could only imagine the humiliation that came with pretending to be a slave, and owned by a man with as volatile a temper and condition as Zeke. She waited patiently while the elf struggled to gather her words, and sighed, lips pressed thin in a grim expression when Ysaryn explained what had happened during their last trip. Her eyes flashed for a brief moment in anger and horror when the elf told her about being stolen before. [i]Bastards.[/i]

Not having the words in response to what Ysaryn had just told her, Kire looked into her eyes, glowing almost like gems in the sun, and raised a hand to gently touch her by the elbow, only briefly, before letting it fall to her side again. “One day, we’ll walk down the beach. Your kin living nearby. We’ll catch some fish. Or you will. I’m shit at fishing.” She smirked. “Let’s brew some tea.” 

She was silent back in the kitchen, her mind getting a picture of the kind of men that populated Cordon. “I had asked Rulitus to enchant something for me, to change my face,” she remarked, watching the elf. “Had asked him to make me look much more boring than I already am. Are there not a lot of people with hair like mine around here?” she asked, remembering Ysaryn’s reaction to her appearance the first night they met.