Ruli blinked as she demanded he wake her when they were ready and departed. Bossy, that one. His eyes followed her as she left, only to be drawn back to Envy when the giant chuckled. 
"What's so funny?" He asked.
"She is." Envy replied. "She's taking on the world out of guilt, because she had a small, unintentional hand in Ziad's destruction. Doesn't that sound familiar?"
"Envy." Ruli said, rubbing his face. "I didn't have a '[i]small, unintentional hand[/i]' in it. I opened the door and let it in."
"And you let Kire in, too." Envy pointed out, and Ruli hissed in disagreement. "You brought her here, somehow knowing she would help. Its time you began to work to put things right, as well. No more hiding in shadows."

Two hours later, Ruli stood over Kire in the chamber littered in chaotic piles of straw and blankets. He nudged her calf with his foot, his eyes on the sword she always kept close with caution. "Wake up." He insisted. "We're going."
Immediately, as she stirred, he stepped back. Years of living with the inevitably grumpy morning elf, he took no chances on a foreign woman with a sword. 
He was wearing his same clothing, worn, earthy tones, but he'd managed to find a pair of boots that were clearly far too small for him. He stood on the leather heel, his own protruding and hanging over the edge. Once he saw she was honestly awake and not at risk for drifting off again, he turned and left the chamber, heading toward the cave entrance and beyond. 

"I went back and forth a few times so I know where to go. It'll tkae a while for us to get there, though. Its a long way." He said over his shoulder.