Ysaryn went still, eyes unfocused as she lost herself in thought. Mind and body, enslaved. No thoughts or feelings. She had barely managed to escape, had bled so much, had fought so hard. What of the others that hadn't been so lucky? Her people? Her own kin, trapped and cut into for this mage's dark magic? So many faces swam by her, ones she missed, and thought of often. Gone. For what purpose?
As Kire promised to end them, so no one else would be cut into and stripped of their free will, the elf straightened. "You better." She said firmly, looking back down to the supplies and the potential meal she had looked forward to. 

"I cook." She declared, decidedly. "You burn, you say. I need to stop thinking. Busy hand. Clear mind." Her hands rubbed over her face as she shook the chills and crawling flesh away, reminding herself that she was safe. 

There was a shout beyond in the main chamber, followed by the clatter of metal falling on the ground, and she froze for a second, listening. "He is back." Ysaryn informed her. "Zeck found him first."
Indeed, Ruli strolled in seconds later, cupping a bloody nose. He grumbled inaudibly to the two women as he strolled by, heading outside to wash.