Ruli pressed his lips thin, then nodded as he stepped past Kire and into Envy's chamber, looking a little nervous.
Ysaryn mirrored that expression shortly before she blinked and it was gone. Her chieftess instincts took over, erasing all emotion from her face as she bowed her head in agreement and followed Kire out. As Kire sat against a tree, Ysaryn remained standing, her long braid swaying slightly. 

As Kire delivered the news, Ysaryn's mask cracked and concern was written on her countenance, her brow furrowing as she gazed down at Kire. Taking everything in. The tone of her voice, her body language, the words she chose. Instinctively, the elf twisted, glancing behind them to make sure they were not overheard.
When Kire made her request, the mask flickered back into place, giving away none of Ysaryn's thoughts. Not until Kire said they needed her in order to hunt, and Ysaryn's lips pulled down into a subtle frown. 

Her braid lay on the ground behind her as she crouched, folding her arms over her knees. "It is hard." She stated. "Much is erased, thanks to the drugs. What else, I try not to recall." Ysaryn admitted. 
And she fell silent for a long time.

"I was out in the morning. Just before the sun. In the shore to dig for clams." Her eyes moved along the ground, remembering the morning, trying to sort through the pieces. "Hard to sneak up." Ysaryn admitted, gesturing to her ears. "I heard no one. But suddenly, everything went black. I was cold. Wet. I think I fell onto the sand. And then, nothing. Just black."

Ysaryn inhaled. "I woke in a cage. Iron bar." Ysaryn pinched her index and thumb to portray how much space was between the bars, little more than an inch and a half. "Cramped. Bruised. Half .... half dressed." Ysaryn shuddered. "Everywhere, more cages. More elves. Many female." The elf glanced toward Kire, her expression saying more. [i]Abused. Violated. Inspected like meat. Humiliated.[/i]
She inhaled, looking away again. "Days. Weeks. I did not know. Bolym says little more than week, but felt like more. Man with green eyes, I see him a few times. Haze of drug. Never sure what he does. The females, they shrink away from him. He is frightening. Empty. Nothingness. A few times, I wake on table, strapped down. Naked. Untouched, but ... pain. I recall pain. I do not know why. How. I began to shrink from him, too. Every time he appear, I see his eyes, I remember pain."

Another deep breath, the elf calming her nerves. "Then I wake up on table again. Straps. And pain. Alot of pain. Green eyes, and old man, standing over me. Knife held." Ysaryn raised her hand to show how the blade was held; like someone would hold a knife while cutting meat. "Mind clear enough for me to fight. Like, drug they give not enough. Or my body knew to fight. I do not know. But I fought. And bled. Is blur. So much at once. I think I got knife. Cut straps. Cut one of them. Man, maybe. Green eyes barely reacted. I did not stay to look. I fled. And bled."
She licked her lips. "Underground. All dark. The smell. Like rot. Wet dirt. Stale air. Hear water, but no find. I hear weeping, too. Females. Crying in fear and pain. I search for way out, and find a door open. Unguarded. And I do not believe my luck. I run through. Find surface. Escape more men. More knives. And then." Ysaryn inhaled. "Bolym." She grinned, recalling the relief that flooded her when she saw his face, when he had flown forward to defend her, to get her away. "I slept for three days. Woke up home. Recall it is like a nightmare." She turned her eyes toward Kire again. "I left them all there. My people. My females. Like a coward, I run."

"I not see Itallo. But elves know he is the hand that pulls the men's leashes. Makes them take us. He takes coin for our flesh. Green eyes, you Gem-men-ai, I not know what he did. Not until you story of gem." Her eyes dropped to Kire's abdomen, where Kire had stated she had a matching scar. "I do not know why pain. When I see him. Why I was to be cut into, and not ... to sell." A shudder swam through her. "We never know how they take us. How they get us out of the city. No ship. No boat. Not in Cordon. Never see our kind in the city. They have a way out we do not know."