Ysaryn swallowed, nodding clearly in a single motion. "Yes." She confirmed her heritage. Granted, she looked very little like her father, but she doubted this man was overly familiar with the elf to notice. When he voice his question about Kire, she once more answered clearly, a single shake of her head. "No, sir." Oh, she hated herself for that word. But now was the time to offer courtesy. "She is the woman who hunted the bride-to-be and her master. Who ended this."
Slowly, Ysaryn raised her hands to gesture vaguely. No sudden movements. Not when they were armed. Not when she was too tired to Walk out of harms way. Too drained to defend herself with anything more than words. 

But her words were accepted, and they were brought to the councilman's chambers for questioning. Ysaryn slept uneasily, Ruli not at all. When he realized that they would be questioned, Ruli volunteered, his mind pushing away the temptation of a very long and deep sleep. He answered as best he could, as a witness to the destruction of Ziad, a citizen. Would swear on any god they asked him to that the unconscious woman was not Akuma, and that he had even seen the two snarling in combat before he'd interfered. 
The rest of the details, he admitted honestly, were hazy. He'd been drugged, though he omitted by [i]whom[/i]. 

Once he was allowed back into their temporary jail, Ruli slept. 

Ysaryn, once her injuries were tended to; -the slice on her arm dangerously close to ripping through an artery and ending her, she napped, then Walked briefly back to the mountains long enough to make sure Envy knew they were alive, before she returned with no councilman or his staff the wiser. For all they had known, she'd been in the lavatory. 
She didn't appreciate being questioned. Not because she felt they doubted the story, but because she felt they doubted [i]her[/i] simply for her race. Her fuchsia eyes held steadily, without flinching, her words clear. She kept herself still and properly upright, afraid for any movement being mistaken for hostility.

When they were finally allowed to leave, Ysaryn and Rab, which was his name, they learned through Gavin, struggled to rouse Rulitus. When they at least got him to open his eyes, he was visibly agitated and withdrawn. Gavin informed them it was occasionally a side effect of the drugs. 
[i]Which[/i] drug, he didn't clarify. And Ysaryn wondered if she'd been this agitated when she'd recovered, or if she had the same agitation to look forward to in Kire. 

Her initial swear right after coming to gave Ysaryn an answer. 

She crouched over the woman, a muted smile on her lips. "Good afternoon, Chieftess." The elf greeted. "Today, we are released." ysaryn shifted on the balls of her feet to gesture around the room. Gavin stood in the corner, hands shoved into his pockets. Rab, standing nearest to Kire besides the elf, looked at the blond curiously, mind alight in wonder as she woke. And Ruli, who sat on the windowsill, arms and legs drawn to himself and his head turned away. The state of his hair and clothes suggested he'd slept and hadn't changed or washed, while the others had at least attempted a bath and a wash of their articles. Ysaryn and Ruli were bandaged and bruised, though the elf showed little of the latter. 

With some assistance from the half-elf, Ysaryn got Kire to her feet. While she stepped aside, allowing her fellow chieftess the dignity of standing on her own, Rab loitered just within reach, looking very much as if it just happened to be where he decided to stand. When she'd been given water, and a moment to adjust, Ysaryn turned to organize their return. 
After walking out the front doors, of course. Ysaryn decided it best not to allow the men of the city catch a glimpse of the power they held, or what her people, already abused and feared, had the potential to do.

They all walked in silence, the elf watching the guards and footmen with cautious intensity. When they were out of the gate, she turned to the others. "Who goes to mountains? And who stays?" Her gaze most pointedly fell between Rab and Gavin. The former immediately shrugged, having no opinion, but his eyes followed Ysaryn in a way that said, [i]I'll go where you go.[/i]
"If necessary, I go." Ysaryn admitted with her chin high. "But, I return at once. For the others. To make sure all is well."