Kire blinked, going even redder when Ysaryn spoke to her, nevermind what she actually said, though she did return Ysaryn’s grin. “You silly girl,” she said, smirking, before hearing Ruli’s plea. “Why?” she said, turning to him, still grinning. 
“Envy said you were smooth, you’ll manage. Oh wait—he was joking.” She shrugged before turning back to Ysaryn and giggled, then winced. “Oww. Okay, not too much,” she said, chuckling at herself as she clutched her sides. “You’re quite the fighter. Whoever you choose for your mate’s gotta keep up with you. Heh.” Kire’s mind went to that morning where she caught the elf bathing, and if it was possible for her to be any redder she would have looked like a tomato right then. 
“What did I get myself into, holy gods,” Gavin muttered, though he did continue to stare as he drank. 

“And you! You better be on your best behavior while you’re in here,” Kire said, rounding on Gavin, pointing at his forehead. “I might not be back for a while, and I better not see you, I dunno, up to no good. Pickpocketing, I dunno what you’ll do with your spare time.”
“Just because I used to be a thief doesn’t mean I’ll do that for fun!” His voice sounded shriller than he had intended, and Kire dissolved into fits of laughter, collapsing backward, even as she simultaneously also clutched her sides.