Kire listened as Ysaryn answered her question, nodding as she understood. She chuckled at her description of her mother’s role as mate. “You would make a great chief, mate or no mate,” she commented in between mouthfuls. When Ysaryn asked her about being “almost chief”, Kire nodded, glancing for a moment at Ruli before looking at the elf again. “Like a chief. Not anymore. Not like before.” She gave a small smile. “Many wanted to marry me. I didn’t like them. Many still do, but not as much, and even then I still don’t want to marry any of them. They only want to be ‘chief’, or want me to be indebted to them. They’re not courting me to be with me, and I have no time to waste on that.” She smirked and shrugged a shoulder. “I’ve seen many unhappy marriages. Seems like I risk a lot to be tied down.” She paused, then showed her right hand. “Let’s just say I am married to my job.” 

She grinned, then bent back over her meal, finishing it. “Gods, that was good. I wish I had half your talent in the kitchen. Hey, did Envy like it?” she asked, finally acknowledging Ruli.