Kire smirked at her remark about bad deeds made with good intentions. “You are not the first to warn me about that,” she said, before looking up at Ysaryn, her cheeks reddening when the elf dressed in front of her. Looking up at her, Kire fought both the distraction of Ysaryn’s nakedness and the hard stubbornness welling up inside her, resisting the choice. “It’s not that simple,” Kire said. “I can’t just abandon one for the other. I have many tribes before. I can add one more.” She sat, silent for a while, appraising Ysaryn’s mood. Then, with a huff, she stood up. “I understand what you’re telling me. The sooner I hunt down my enemy, the better. I know that better than anyone.” She tried not to have too hard an edge to her voice. 

She turned towards the caverns, about to head back. “Don’t think too badly of me. As Chieftess, I don’t do too well when I’m the one being given ultimatums.” She gave the elf a small smile, before heading back inside, leaving Ysaryn to finish drying off. Once inside, she slipped the silver ring back on before looking for Ruli.