Kire sat up with a string of curses in the Amrian and common tongue. She had been up late, expending her anger and frustration in the forest, knowing she was going to regret it the next morning. And regret it she had. She had put the Ring back on late, and now she woke to feel her hands still healing from the damage she had inflicted upon them last night. Kire moved them experimentally, then cursed again, glad none of her cousins were around to add to the scolding she was already giving herself. 

Still, with the Ring helping along, she would probably be ready to help with the heavy labor by afternoon. Yawning, she walked towards the main chamber and passed Zekiel. Not quite sure what kind of mood he was in today, she stood aside to let him pass and gave a short greeting before going on towards the main chamber, smelling tobacco. Given this, and his general demeanor, the ‘flavor’ of Envy’s magic made sense to Kire now. “Good—morning? It’s morning, right?” Kire smiled. “Enjoying Ruli’s souvenir for you, I see. Not sure if you’ve been told, but we brought back coffee, too.” 

She gently moved her fingers as she spoke, her Ring throbbing with a dim blue light. “Might be a few hours before I could throw myself back into work, but we’ve made a good start with the supplies yesterday.” She glanced about, wondering where Rulitus or Ysaryn were. “Rulitus mentioned there was a former princess here? She’s not making any sort of important decisions about the refugees, is she?”