While she had almost blushed at Kire's compliment on disarming, or at least her skin's version of a blush, Ysaryn nodded seriously to her remark on Zeke. He needed out. To feel useful. To be around people who didn't see the soldier who had fallen to the enemy without losing everything. 

"I will speak to Envy, too, then." Ysaryn said. "See for ideas. It was nice to get out and have purpose, even if not ultimately for my people. It was helping his people." She grinned. "Maybe you take him to Cordon? Let him be free man. To drink and eat." Ysaryn suggested indifferently. 
She went quiet for a moment, wondering what else Envy would have the man do that would keep him busy without keeping him here all the time. When the kettle whistled, she poured some of the steaming water into her cup. "You want? Maybe not mine. Other herbs for tea, maybe?" She offered. 

"I need to get Bolym. He is very angry about bruises, and won't hesitate to take it out on Zeck." Ysaryn raised her foul-smelling teacup. "Enjoy you talk to Envy and Rulitus. Maybe I tell him how to make your new look?" She added teasingly before she shuffled away into the main chamber to hunt down her bodyguard