Kire fell silent when Ysaryn told her she wanted to come. She gave the elf woman a measured look. The resolve was there, certainly. “I was wondering if you would ask that,” she finally said. She understood, to a degree, how Ysaryn felt. “I won’t say no to you coming along; I had considered your involvement, or your people’s. But stealthier is better, as had been pointed out to me. Bolym, however, must come with us, too.” 

She wondered at one other detail that Ysaryn spoke of. [i]The Gemini didn’t stop her?[/i] Was it because he didn’t care if one elf escaped? [i]Why?[/i] She recalled how the young man looked. The emptiness, the nothing Ysaryn spoke of—Kire could see it. “Tomorrow, Itallo weds Akuma, the doll. We’re wondering if this wedding is a mask for something else, too. We are hoping we would find the hiding place soon, before anything worse happens.” 

Kire stood. “Have you eaten? Thinking about impending battle always makes me hungry.” She offered a small smile before turning solemn again. . “We’ll find their hiding place. And we’ll get them out, if we can.”