Ysaryn turned, arching a thin eyebrow as Zeke swore, her expression alarmed at first. Then, seeing the two side by side, she giggled. "I tell you." She grinned wickedly. "Very good look." 
Zeke looked from Kire's new face to Ysaryn, then back. "Tch." He scoffed before he turned and left again. 
Ysaryn's chuckle followed him out. "Well, [i]I[/i] like you face." She said to Kire. She pointed to the exit, where Zeke had last been seen. "Two of you, face to face, cou-"

She froze, looking contemplative, her brow furrow. "Kirai?" She slowly muttered. "Two face, mirror. I saw them." She recalled, her fuschia eyes moving as she filtered through the memory. "In warehouse, where we are stoled to? Put in cages. Drugged. It is unclear. I recall the name, and see a ...." She floundered, pointing to the place on her chest where a brooch would sit. "[i]Tachol.[/i] Gem-in-nai." The elf met Kire's gaze, looking alarmed, her eyes dark and haunted. "They take elves. Many. Many not to sold for slavery."