Ysaryn considered her question about Ruli, lips pressed thin. "He has not decided yet." She answered, still watching Kire. "When he decides, my trust will decide, as well." She claimed, her eyes following Kire as she looked to the stream and back. "You, I know not to be enemy. And yet." 
She grinned in a way that shadowed her dark eyes. "Some friends must be watched more hard. Bad deeds often made in good intention." 

The elf stood, turning in the stream to face Kire, unbothered by her nakedness. Without rush, she bent to scoop up her clothing, pulling on her undergarments. "You make many promises, Kirai. Good intentions. But you also taunt monster who would destroy world to claim you." She folded her arms over her middle. "You are not enemy, but the enemy wants you."
Stepping out of the stream, Ysaryn approached Kire, her expression soft, but without her usual smile. "Make a choice on a side. You hunt, or you build. It is unsafe for both. These people, they are not you tribe, yes? You tribe still needs you. This tribe needs this tribe. Envy. The longer you sway, the less safe you are. For you, and for them."