Kire grimaced at Ysaryn’s summation of the many suitors she had turned down. It was a rather blunt rewording, but Ysaryn hammered the point home better. “Maybe when someone tries to court me again I’ll tell them they’re ‘not worth the mating’,” she said, grinning. She put her empty bowl away and listened to the exchange between Ysaryn and Ruli, chuckling a little at the elf’s cheekiness. “Are you afraid he’ll cook better fish?” she teased her back. She gestured at the tray, silently offering to be the one to clean it.

“What’s next on the agenda for the supply run, Ruli?” she asked as she went about cleaning up the utensils Ysaryn used to cook earlier. “I’d like to start looking around for clues.” She left the rest unsaid, that Ysaryn’s flash of memory had given her something to go on. “We could go earlier, get that business done, and take up the rest of the day to hunt down leads.”