Ruli listened as Gavin explained what he would be doing now, the healing studies, and to be a representative between the two. He nodded in his unnecessary approval, only remembering to translate when Ysaryn rounded her head toward him, looking at him with heavy eyelids.
Gavin's explanation about about Ysaryn and what he remembered, he had less of a simple time translating. Especially because Ysaryn hadn't torn her gaze from him, her jeweled eyes set on his mouth. His teeth. Ruli shifted slightly, turning away from her stare, so he may more easily address the others. 

"Barely learning, and already saved an empress." Ruli said, grinning to Gavin, though it vanished when Kire made the comment on his hair. "You're really not one to talk." He quipped at her. Her words about the images she'd seen while dead, and the return comments about things she saw after his magic caressed her head making him frown. 
That sort of drunk indeed. Ruli smirked at Gavin, lowering his head. [i]Cinnammon.[/i] Ruli wondered about that, one of the few spices he'd ever allowed on his pastries growing up. He wondered if that had anything to do with his signature. 

"I don't understand what you mean about seeing things. Your mind shouldn't be filling in gaps with anything that isn't there." He repeated, then he noticed Ysaryn was still staring at him. "What?"
She gave him that wolfish grin. "[i]You are a very good fighter. A warrior.[/i]"
Ruli's expression cleared as he grew more guarded. "Thank you." He overlooked her, looking back toward Kire. "What do other signatures smell like? Envy's? Ysaryn's? Have you tried to see if your mind fills in blanks with Envy's magic?"