Kire smirked at his suggestion of a tavern, grinned briefly at his question about Rab. “He’s very taken with her, isn’t he?” she remarked, facing him as he leaned on his makeshift crutch. “Can’t say I blame him, really. She’s quite the woman.” She smiled softly as she said this. “As for a tavern, that’s sorely tempting, but I don’t know how welcome any of our faces would be there if we’re spotted and recognized.”  She looked him over as she spoke; there was something about his demeanor that told her something was weighing on his mind that made him more withdrawn than usual. She had this impression of a door closing between them, and for some reason she couldn’t explain, the thought made her feel melancholy, even if she had no real expectations that they’d get along better after their shared ordeal. “Maybe I’d rather just buy a whole barrel and bring it back here to drink before I go home. You do drink, do you? You should at least celebrate the fact that I’m leaving.”