He closed his eyes for a moment, pausing in his drawing, as the guilt washed over him again. Envy's burns and blindness. Ziad had all but caved on top of the Kartaian, the panic, the recovery, the trauma. 
Envy only ever smiled. Never made it seem like he hadn't been blind his whole life. 

Ruli opened his eyes and glanced toward Kire again, agony over his fight written across his face. Guilt that he'd let it out. Self-hatred for what it came from. Fear that she'd ask. 

He turned away again, putting his back to her. For a long time, he worked in silence, likewise wishing he could drown himself in a drink. His stomach growled to voice its preference. Envy's company had eased most of the trouble in his gut, but in Kire's own words, he still felt the weight on his shoulders. Still felt something had been stolen from him. 

When the kitchen was drawn, he stopped again, leaning on his stick. "Closest tavern is Cordon. If you visit her." He pointed out. ""Will Rab stay, or go back to Ysaryn?" 
He hadn't missed the adoration in the half-breed eyes whenever they looked the female's way. Smitten from the moment his eyes beheld her.