Kire raised her eyebrows at Ysaryn’s outburst. From what the elf had told her about the suffering of elves in Cordon, she could guess that Lord Itallo had a big hand in it. It didn’t surprise Kire much to learn that a nobleman was a terrible man. She was glad for the distraction Ruli offered, and Kire stood with a huff. “I’m coming along.” She had been meaning to help with the constructions too, anyway, and after getting warmed by the fire she was raring for a walk. She walked in silence beside Ysaryn as they made their way outside, the night air still cool but not too chilly anymore. 

The land around the mountains was lush and fertile, which Kire had already noted when she had explored the area while hunting for the refugees. She would point now and then at spots she thought would be a good place to build, or to set aside for farming. At one point, Kire nudged the elf gently with an elbow. “I’ll bring back as much squid as you want,” she said quietly, giving her a small smile, hoping the thought and the exploring had steered the elf’s mind away from thinking about Lord Itallo.