Ysaryn wandered in part way through tea, listening in silence as Gavin explained his lessons. She grinned behind her teacup, eyes sparkling, when he explained that she'd been teaching him to fight. Clearly, the elf had no mercy for the boy, and had claimed her revenge for his participation in her capture and torture by torturing him in return in the sparring ring. 
"Risa is not so bad." She admitted when the conversation turned. "She gets everyone to ignore me, which I like more than the alternative." Ysaryn shrugged delicately. Her eyes shifted between the two women, wondering how the princess would react to them. 

When the two broke off to go hunt, Ysaryn busied herself, returning to the duo when they were found in the kitchen prepping their catch. Ysaryn leaned against the wall, watching Kire and Narda curiously. "How is your home, Kirai?" She asked gently, recalling that the woman had her reservations about her throne, and unrest lingered. "If not conversation for here, I will wait." She obliged, opening her mouth to continue when the smell of cinnamon filled the air. Ysaryn grinned wickedly, turning her head to where the newcomer stood just behind Kire. "Welcome back." 
"Thank you." Ruli greeted, lowering his gaze questioningly to Narda, and then to Kire. A small smile played on his lips. "You're back." He stated simply.
"[i]Nothing gets past you.[/i]" Ysaryn teased, pushing herself off the wall. He clicked his tongue at her, watching her approach him. "All is well?"
He nodded. "Mmmhm. Rab chose to stay with Bolym and the others for the night."
"Good." Ysaryn grinned, looking back around to Kire as more introductions were made. 

Ruli didn't extend his hand, unsure of how much Narda knew about him, and didn't want to feel insulted by her avoidance. "Nice to meet you, Narda." His gaze went back to Kire. [i]I didn't expect you so soon.[/i] His eyes said.