Kire was feeling sleepy from the wine, and she had a lazy grin on her face, vaguely listening to Ysaryn question Gavin about his age. She snickered when Gavin said he was twenty, and she snorted, teasing the lad about how she didn’t quite believe him. [i]He could be older, too, if he’s not sure.[/i] There was a chance he could have some of the Amrian lifespan, but there was also a chance that he’d live like a human who wasn’t Amrian at all. She explained as best she could how Amrian lifespans worked, and that Gavin, if he wasn’t fully Amrian, would be one of the exceptions. “Hey! [i]Much old?[/i] Me?” She gave Ysaryn a mock frown as she reached for the elf’s wiggling fingers, grinning. “I am in the prime of my youth where I’m from, excuse me. And you know very well I can keep up with you, young lady,” she added with a wink and a laugh.

She looked from her to the exasperated Gavin before her gaze rested on Ruli, falling silent, her face solemn. Not too long ago they were at each other’s throats in Ziad, and now here they were. He still seemed to her to carry something so heavy inside of him, which she accepted he probably wouldn’t tell her about. If she was going home and wouldn’t be staying too long even for visits, it may not matter, anyway. The thought somehow saddened her, in much the same explicable way she felt when she and Ruli were talking back in the future settlement. She wondered if she would ever see him unburdened by whatever it was that hounded him. She hoped she would, someday. 

Carefully, albeit swaying a bit, she sat up, refilled her glass, and raised it. “Can’t have drinks without a proper toast, yes?” she said, and against better judgment standing up to do it, her right arm extended. Gavin looked from her face to her feet, hoping she wouldn’t topple over and fall on him. “Hem-hem. Hey, Gavin, raise your damn glass. Alright, so. To the future prosperity of your people,” she said to Ruli, “and to yours,” she said to Ysaryn. “And you two, may you enjoy your new home and your new freedom,” she turned to Rab and Gavin then. “And as for our enemies and the darkness they cast upon our past, well, they can all be well and truly fucked.” She grinned gleefully then, then drank deeply from her glass, draining it in one go. “Oh. Okay. Gotta sit down now.” 

And by sitting down, she meant sinking down clumsily onto her knees before toppling over sideways with a yelp. Lying down on her side, she cradled her spinning head, giggling, then moaning from dizziness and the dull ache on her torso. 
“Uh.” Gavin looked awkwardly from her to the others. “Cheers. I guess?”