Kire was about to head out when Ysaryn repeated the word. She turned, eyes wide. [i]Familiar?[/i] If Ysaryn recognized it, that was more than enough confirmation about what she had felt yesterday. “Let me know if you remember,” she said, stopping herself from pressing the elf; Kire had to tear her attention away and leave the kitchen to look for Ruli. As she walked, she took out the poultice from her pocket and spread it over her knuckles; while her Ring could speed up the healing, this would help it along in the meantime. 

After asking someone, Kire headed outside to where they had left the supplies yesterday. “Uh. Yes. Thanks. That plus my healing, they’ll be right as rain soon. Probably should refrain from punching at trees angrily for a while, though.” She looked over at Zeke and Aeron as they worked on organizing the lumber, then looked sideways at Ruli. She would offer her help, but knowing the fraught relationships between them, she knew now was probably not the time to do so. “Ysaryn tells me you and Envy have decided on the face. For the illusion. Do you have an estimate for when it’ll be done? If possible, I’d be more comfortable going to Cordon not looking like myself.” She huffed, crossing her arms. “Ysaryn recognized the name I gave her, the kind of mages whose magic I had sensed yesterday.”