Ysaryn let out a musical laugh that made Ruli and Rab both turn their heads, neither entirely familiar with the sound of laughter as of late, one far more unfamiliar than the other. 
She took the last drink of her wine, offering to fill Ruli and Rab's cups as well. Both declined, and she refilled her own. 
When Kire called for the toast, Ruli poured a little of mead from the cask into his and Rab's cups, quietly explaining what a toast was whe Rab pointed questioningly. 

She toasted to the future of his people, and Ruli obliged in raising his glass, Rab raising his beside him unknowingly. Then Ysaryn did, when the toast was turned on her. "And to yours, Empress." Ruli answered. "May you reclaim your throne and pursuit a life you want." He toasted, drinking. Rab copied him, looking quite lost, still. Ysaryn grinned as Kire cradled her head, scooting towards her to run her thin fingers through Kire's hair. She muttered soothingly, almost motherly. Something she'd learned from the few times she'd seen her mother act in such a way.

"I'm going to bed." Ruli said, setting his glass down and rising to his feet. "Rab? You're staying?"
Rab's eyes scanned the two women and Gavin, looking curious, but tired. The latter won over, and he shook his head and rose as well. "Goodnight, ladies. Gavin." Ruli said, following Rab into the caves to find an empty bedroll.
Ysaryn's eyes watched them both with cat-like stillness, her fingers still tracing over Kire's scalp.