It took him a bit longer than he cared to admit what she meant by 'little sailors'. Her pursed his lips, if only to keep from cracking a smile, amused more at her vulgarity than the phrase itself. She was gone in an instant, and he relaxed enough to smirk. 
He partially wished that he'd gone to watch Ysaryn cook, but he could always being her more of the weird fish, and ask her to teach him how to prepare it another day. 
Plus, he preferred remaining instead of leaving Kire here. She couldn't read, and looked far too intimidating with that sowrd on her hip, even with the new face. 

As the crowds thicekened on the roadside, Ruli found himself pressed against the side of a building, his hands poised to watch his pockets out of habit. He knew from experience that crowds like this were idea for small-handed thieves to make their move. The crowds would be too thick for an adult to chase a quick child.

Stuck, he was forced to watch the entourage go by, his eyes lingering on the caped figure with bright green eyes. He seemed somewhat familiar to Ruli, but why, he couldn't name. Green eyes like that weren't common, and he felt like he'd glanced at this man before. Curious, he moved through the crowd, trying to catch snippets of the conversation. It was in vain, as he only managed to hear about some wedding jitters before the throng grew so thick he could barely turn in place. Resigned to wait, he stood, watching the entourage make its way down the road. 
When at least he was free, he continued toward the docks to purchase tools. 

~

Ysaryn squealed at the sight of the bundle in Kire's hands. "Fish!" She exclaimed, stepping forward to look over the supply. "Oh! More than fish. Kirai!" She beamed, pure joy on her face. Quickly, she mumbled in her native tongue, her fingers wiggling, hovering over the fish as if she couldn't decide which to prepare first. 

"Come to me! I need to make before they go bad! No way preserve here!" More words in her tongue as she zipped away into the caves, to look for the herbs and vegetables she wanted. 
They passed Zeke on the way, who glanced at each woman, then did a double take, halting to leer at Kire. His grey eyes taking in her own greyish eyes, her dark hair, similar to his own, albeit much shorter, and her sun-kissed tanned skin, nearly identical to his. "Is this his idea of a fucking joke?" Zeke snapped, looking around for Ruli. "The fuck is that prick?"