Gavin noticed the way Ysaryn stared. He couldn't hood her gaze and looked down at his feet. "I'm glad to know that," he said softly, his hands in his pockets. 
Kire looked between the two, wondering if his decision to stay here would result in any further complication between them. Though Gavin hadn't been at fault for what he was forced to do, she also understood if Ysaryn didn't feel comfortable around the Gemini. And Gavin had been under control for months; he may seem to be adjusting relatively well now, but who knew what would manifest later on? What kind of person would he become, now that he was free? 


Kire turned her attention to Ysaryn, realizing from the elf's expression and response that she hadn't exactly explained Amria or her abilities to her. "Not for good," she reassured her. "I would still visit now and then. Especially to make sure this one kept out of mischief." She pointed a thumb at Gavin, who winced at the statement. "Amria may be in another world, but I have my own way of getting around. Still," she added, grinning, "I'm glad you'll be here for the send-off." 


Kire bent carefully over the crate, picking a bottle, already looking giddily at the cork. "Also useful for when you vomit. Less useful if you fall in and are too drunk to get up from the water," Kire put in at Ruli's idea, the look on her face suggesting this may have actually happened.