Ysaryn vanished after her discussion with Ruli, returning to the city in order to insist Bolym join her. She gave no details, but he couldn't refuse her, and the two returned to the mountains and set about in a light sparring session outside, to prepare without exhausting themselves. 

It wasn't until after dinner that Ruli and Envy finished, the former wandering to the bedrolls to claim a small nap while Envy loitered in the kitchen until Sid handed over a bit of roast bird and sent him away again. In the dim light of the early evening, he sat outside the kitchen, listening to Ysaryn and Bolym fight, -sometimes sparring, sometimes arguing-, and took the moment to enjoy another of his cigarettes. As Kire passed him, the elf turned his head. "He'll be ready." Envy said without provocation. "He's in a bit of a mood, but give him an hour's sleep, at least, and he'll be tolerable again." 
He set the cigarette between his lips and inhaled slowly, but controlled, trying not to burn through his vice too quickly. "And you? Are you ready?" A guarded question, as the elf knew one could never fully prepare for such a thing.