They both turned to look at her when she said she'd follow, each looking mildly surprised, though for different reasons. While Ruli sighed and rose to deliver the tobacco, Ysaryn grinned at Kire, swaggering after her as they left. "Someone stinks less, I think?" The elf purred teasingly. 

Ruli joined them at the entrance, leaving his keffiyeh bunched around his neck as they stepped out into the open air. He glanced upward, inspecting the sky to see if there were any dark clouds here. Ysaryn smiled sweetly. "I like to stuff and grill them." She declared, willingly accepting the conversation about choice food. "Mince crab, root vegetables, mmm." She hummed, smiling wistfully. Ruli was quiet, looking at the areas that Kire indicated to as potential plots for farming. He glanced up, looking to see how much sunlight would get through, and how much rain, when it came, would wash down to water the land. 

Ysaryn asked if they'd found seeds, and when they mentioned they had not, she wandered and pointed here and there, gesturing to areas that would help in the growing of certain plants she knew. Ruli chimed in now and then with plants that they were able to grew in Ziad. Then they moved on to trees that would provide good lumber if cut. The trees here were straight and tall, ideal for use in building. 

Falling behind, Ruli looked across to the west, to the stretch of desert sand that spread out to his right. Somewhere out there was Ziad, the home he'd claimed and grown in. Beyond it, the mountains in which others hid. The other race of elves, victimized by the Kartaiains. They had had no word from them after Ziad fell. Ysaryn's people had heard, and a small amount had come to aid, but no one else. It should be easy to presume them wiped out, as well.