Ruli grunted. At least her healing was working, as well. He hadn't been sure if it was a constant effort or if she had to willingly control it to help her recover. Relying on magic constantly made one forget how to make an effort, and to be left lost if magic failed. "I would recommend not punching trees in anger to begin with, but perhaps you Amrian's deal with your emotions differently."
Indeed, maybe a tree punched her in the face and left her with that scar. 

He fell into thoughtful silence when she asked about the estimated time for her enchantment, trying to calculate in his head how long he would need, and what left out of the supplies he needed to find. When she mentioned that Ysaryn recognized the name of the mages she had sensed, he forgot about his estimations and looked toward the blonde again. "Well, [i]that[/i] can't be a coincidence." Ruli agreed. 
He fell back into thinking. "If you want a rush, we can go back to Ziad. Try to get into ..." He cut himself off, remembering just what potentially lay beneath the city, and what he would find if he found his way down. 
Not just the bodies of Ziadi, but people he'd known and loved. Faces he did not want in his memory in any shape but their happiest. 

Ruli swallowed thickly, then inhaled. "I'll go back to Cordon on my own. There's bound to be a shop. If Ysaryn knows better, maybe I'll take her and she can gather what we need from her people. Once i have everything, it'll only take a few hours."