Kire listened, brow furrowed in concentration as she did her best to focus on Ysaryn’s words. She laughed softly, shaking her head again as Ysaryn tugged on it. “Dunno what I want. Stupid, right? I guess that’s the problem,” she said, meeting her wolf smile with her own smirk. “Maybe you can visit my home sometime. This is not a bad place to stay, though.” She went thoughtful for a while, thinking it over. “I want to come back here. See more of you, and everyone else. Even Ruli, though he might not be too happy to see this face again too soon, right? Let’s start with that,” she said after a while, reaching up to gently touch Ysaryn’s hair, her own fingers brushing against the elf’s temple before flopping back down onto the grass, her eyes already closed. “Too fuckin’ sleepy to move,” she said, giggling again. “My pillow is too nice.” She turned her head, kissed Ysaryn’s lap, and let sleep take over. 

She woke up in the morning a few hours after sunrise, which was a surprise to her, though not a pleasant one. “Uuuuuugh.” Kire cradled her head for a few moments, her eyes squeezed shut. “[i]You’re too early! Go away,[/i]” she sneered at the sun in her own tongue, followed by a string of swears as she crawled on all fours towards the stream. She almost dove straight into the water, but luckily had enough balance not to completely fall right in. Sloppily, she splashed water all over her face and hair. It was only when she had woken herself up enough for the world to stop spinning that she noticed Ysaryn had stayed outside beside her. “Hey. Good morning,” she murmured softly, smiling at the elf. She wiggled her torso a bit as she sat. It wasn’t completely healed just yet, but Kire felt it was coming along decently. Though she had planned to wait until evening, she missed home, and she’d rather leave now than build up her reluctance the longer she tarried. “I suppose I have to get ready to leave now and say my goodbyes. Envy first.” Bits of last night came to her, and she remembered how the elf had stayed by her all night, her and her wolfish smiles, and her fingers in her hair. Kire blushed a bit, smiling. “Thank you for last night.” 

When Kire went back through the kitchen, she found that Gavin had already beat her to the coffee. He was staring at an empty spot on the wall, his eyes red, his hair even more unruly than it had been yesterday. “You didn’t sleep here, did you?” Kire asked. 
“Huh?” Gavin said, not quite awake yet. He sipped his coffee, then looked at them. “Hello.” 
Kire snickered, then walked past him to get herself a cup, patting his head as she went past. He didn’t even bother to stop her. “No I didn’t sleep here,” he finally said, though he was facing Ysaryn. Kire shook her head as she carried her cup with her to the main chamber to see if the Kartaian was awake.