He couldn't help but frown when she grabbed his forearm instead of his hand. He wasn't entirely surprised, but it still annoyed him. Silent, he pulled his arm toward him to encourage her to take a step as he did. 

Nearly a minute later, they emerged where he and Ysaryn had been earlier. The air reeked of salt and wood rot, the stagnant water pooling in the uneven ground around them. Sideways shacks, huts, and crates were scattered around them, barren and barely upright. 
It was deserted. Exactly why Ysaryn chose this location. 
To their right was a stone wall that, from this side, was propped up in a few places by beams of wood as the earth sunk beneath it and the wall tilted. On the other side was the sound of a city; voices, horses, children at play, and vendors calling wares. 

Ruli dropped his arm, pulling it from Kire's grasp.