Kire blinked. [i]Ugly body?[/i] Her lips parted in surprise at Ysaryn’s description, she almost ignored the elf’s actual answer to her question. Before she could stop herself, she barked out a loud laugh. “You are [i]very good[/i] at disarming your opponent,” she replied, shaking her head as she grinned. “Can’t believe I fell for that.” She gestured at Ysaryn’s hair. “Nobody has hair like that where I’m from. Rather boring.” 

When she gently but firmly told Kire that helping to find them a home was not her duty, Kire nodded solemnly. It was a good reminder, hearing it from somebody else that wasn’t herself or Jan. [i]Besides, I am still a stranger here.[/i] If anybody would know best for her people, it would be Ysaryn. Her invitation to visit, and the subsequent comment about her fishing skills, made her laugh again. It wasn’t too far from the truth.  “I will behead many fishes for you,” she said in mock solemnity. 

She fell silent, thinking over her question about Zeke. [i]Ugly body.[/i] Sounds about right. “He’s still hurting. Envy says he’s someone who doesn’t want to be useless. Cordon might’ve been good for him to feel that, and just to get away from the caves. Envy’s going to find something else for him to do while Rulitus and I take over.” Kire sighed. “I suppose he needs to be around people who don’t remind him of what happened to him. Make him feel like the man he was. But I think that goes for many of the people in here. Find that thing that makes you go from just living day to day to having purpose. Like what you told me before. Make things mean something again.”