Ysaryn watched him drink, smiling as if she'd smack him if he didn't, regardless of the soft expression in her eyes. "You not free before." She pointed out before taking a sip from her own cup. "Now, yes. And you to help." As she'd seen Kire do, she reached up to ruffle his hair, though it was almost more of a pet, as the elf was unfamiliar with the gesture of a tousle. 
Straightening, Ysaryn raised her cup. "Take small sleep after. Wake up good." She instructed before she wandered away through the caves. 

Ruli twitched an eyebrow as she made to sit beside him. "Decent. Company was strange." He answered he question. "He won't sleep much longer." Ruli jerked his chin toward Envy. He'd twitched once or twice already, sleep slowly leaving the Kartaian's massive body. 
As Kire thanked him, Ruli glanced her way once more, listening to her whispers, then to her extended hand. He hadn't realized it at the time, but yesterday, she'd taken his offered hand instead of gripping his sleeve. He'd been too tired, too sore to realize its significance, and had, later, wondered if she'd simply forgotten that she didn't trust him enough to touch him.
But this. Ruli's eyes wandered over her hand. This was trust.

He took her hand, shaking it gently. 

"You're welcome." He said. "Thank you for ... " [i]Trusting me? Not dying? Helping me put an end to her?[/i] "-letting me tag along."
Envy growled softly, not far from the sound Kire had made when she'd first woken. "You both smell like bad wine and sweet mead." The elf complained. 
Ruli's lips twitched again. "Good morning to you, too." He greeted. There was a lot of rustling as Envy twisted in place enough to face them, his red eyes slits as he peered at them.