Kire took the container and smiled. "Thank you. Just that I didn't think anyone would notice or bother to check closely, least of all Rulitus." She shrugged, then went inside the kitchen after her, making straight for the venison and potatoes. She took some of it and pondered her response to Ysaryn first. She sighed after a few bites. 

"Angry. Upset. Back in Cordon, I thought I felt my enemy, or kin of my enemy, nearby. But I couldn't be sure. And knowing my face might be used by my enemy, I don't want to risk poking around too much until I can be much more discreet." She looked up at the elf. "I hate the feeling. Like they're so close but far away, and I can't make a move just yet."