Ysaryn woke silently when Kire began swearing, the tired smirk that tugged at her lips expressing that she understood Kire's swearing without being able to really understand them. She watched Kire rise, the elf remaining where she was, body sore, head aching, and no desire to rise just yet. She listened, half-dozing, as Kire washed, only opening her eyes again when Kire spoke. So soon? She couldn't object, no doubt Kire wanted to see her family. "No thanks." Ysaryn yawned, slowly pushing herself upright, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and the dirt from her hair. She pulled at her strands, her delicate fingers removing a small beetle, which she settled on the dirt and nudged until it scurried away. "Come more. We all happy for you face."

She followed Kire inside, gaze surfing over Gavin as he stared, red-eyed and wild-haired. Her playful grin vanished. "Gavine." She greeted. "I make tea. Will clear you head. Yes?" She offered, a token of attempted peace between them as she took the kettle full of water and placed it over the hearth. 
When the water steamed pleasantly, Ysaryn pulled her pouch of herbs, frowning at it when she found it significantly lighter, but pinched a serving into two cups before adding the prepared water. The stink of it filled the kitchen at once. Taking both cups, the elf crouched before Gavin. 
"You save two Chieftess." The elf stated, matter-of-fact. "You do well." She stated again before offering him the cup.

Envy's chamber was quiet; though occupied. While the Kartaian slumbered peacefully, Ruli lay nestled against the wall, a spare shirt bunched behind his head as a pillow. His eyes were open, and as red and bleary as Gavin's. His eyes snapped to Kire as soon as she strolled in, and he simply held a finger against his lips to keep her from speaking too loudly.