Kire grinned, seeing how much the Kartaian enjoyed the treat of a cigarette. She could imagine him getting along with Elva and smoking the day away. “From what we could tell, the lands around this mountain are very conducive for farming and supporting a new community. My hunting excursions usually yielded satisfactory results, there’s steady water, and the mountain helps shield you both from excessive heat and, I imagine, other weather extremes. Just a matter of managing the land properly while learning how to not drain it of resources.” She gave him a summary of the conversations they’d had last night, as well as an account of their journey around Cordon. 

Seeing Envy’s expression at the mention of the princess, Kire remembered Ruli’s own distaste for the woman. “Just worried, I suppose. For now, I’m glad to know she isn’t taking too active a role, if she isn’t up to the task in the first place. You probably don’t need me to tell you to watch out for her, should she suddenly throw her royal weight around.” She looked down at her hands, already looking a little less swollen than they were when she woke up. Kire frowned down at them, shaking her head slightly. No, she wouldn’t bring up what she felt at Cordon until she had a second chance to look around and be sure. “Did Aeron like the sweets? My cousins usually do, and frankly so do I. That back would’ve been much fuller had I not been picking at it before giving it to you.”