Ysaryn was kneeling in the shallow stream, sitting on her heels. She wore nothing as she washed, her bare back turned toward Kire and the caves as she bathed. Her hair was unbound and damp, sticking to her skin as she turned her head to eye Kire upon her approach. For once, she didn't smile immediately. 

"Men fear what they cannot control." Ysaryn said. "I threaten to poison him." She turned away again, squeezing a washing cloth in the water before rubbing it against her neck. "I hear you discuss last night. If I am enemy or friend. Is not that I do not understand the why. But surviving the enemy was enough. I do not want to survive ally, as well."

Setting the cloth on her thigh, Ysaryn gripped her hair and twisted it, coiling it at her nape and squeezing so it stays in place. She glanced over her wet shoulder to Kire again. "He says you know I am not enemy. Is this true?"