Ysaryn fell quiet, her expression dark, pulling her lips together in a vain attempt to cover the darkness that haunted her mind. "No." She answered. "I saw no one like that. No one but you Gem-men-ai and old man. But if he did help, I owe him much." She recalled the memory, regardless, trying to see a figure in the dark, anyone or anything that would have been near the door. There had been nothing but blurred shapes in the darkness, boulders, pillars, crates. If there had been someone else there, someone helping her, they had hidden themselves. 

"If I can, I would like to go." Ysaryn said after a long silence. "My people are in there. I cannot leave them again." She turned her head back to Kire. "I need to. This hunt. This one is mine, also. It is my people they take and sell, my people they hunt down to cut open. To make dolls. You cannot deny me this, Kirai."