“Aw don’t be like that,” Kire said, pouting at Ruli at his comment about her hair. “I was [i]teasing[/i]. You are actually fine. I mean, you look good. I mean well. Oh no, I meant the first one.” Kire wrinkled her nose at what she had just said, then touched her own scalp. “I miss my long hair sometimes. It’s just so hard to keep neat when you’re on the run and trying not to be assassinated. I love your hair,” she said, pointing to Ysaryn. “And your eyes. So [i]pretty[/i], ugh.” Kire drank a bit more, cocking her head to the side when Ruli made a comment about the visions.

“Well [i]I[/i] don’t know why it happens,” Kire said, pouting, waving her hands and almost poking Gavin and Ysaryn in the face, the former muttering a frustrated ‘woman!’ before gulping down more liquor. Kire narrowed her eyes when she saw Ysaryn lean and mutter something to Ruli in Elvish. “Hey, what did she say? What did you say?” Kire asked Ysaryn and Ruli in that order. Gavin almost choked on his wine, snickering. 

“Okay. Signatures? Signatures. You,” she said, this time intentionally poking Gavin in the face. 
“What.” Gavin swatted her finger away. 
“Used to stink with that bloody blood magic. But it’s changed a bit. Now you kinda smell like coreen—corra—corian—that green herb thing I’m shit with herbs don’t correct me. Now Envy? He’s kinda like um,” she gestured with one hand while drinking with the other, “flowers. Like the ones you find in the desert. Desert flowers. And incense—no, tobacco, or kinda like both. Make sense, though faint. I smelled a little of it through his wards. If I Shadow-walked with him or if he did the Touch thing, it would be a sharper smell. And you, milady,” she turned to Ysaryn, grinning. “Mm. I need my memory refreshed.” She held out her hand to the elf. Gavin raised an eyebrow as he watched.