She stared at him. Until Ruli gave an uncertain glance toward Narda, wondering if something was wrong, and then to Ysaryn. Though the elf wouldn't have told him if he had something on his face or not to prompt such stares. When Kire remembered to speak, amusement flickered across his countenance again. 
"Dinner sounds good, yes. Thanks." He said, moving to the opposite of the hearth to fetch a plate. Kire left, and Ruli glanced at Ysaryn. "[i]Did she get into your herbs[/i]?"
Ysaryn only chuckled, crouching beside him to help herself to the meal. 

Zeke turned when he heard a voice, his expression shifting into one that expressed his thoughts; her presence meant trouble. "Hello." He said cautiously, admittedly blanking on her name. She was in an out, and Zeke looked to Envy. 
"That was Kire." The elf remarked. "She and her friend Narda are visiting. They have business here."
"That's not good." Zeke sighed. 

With his plate in hand, Ruli stood, eating with his fingers. When Kire approached and held out a weapon, he froze, looking from her to the blade, then back. "You're serious?" He asked. Ysaryn, beside him, ogled the blade just as Gavin did. Slowly, Ruli licked his fingers clean before he took the blade, all but pushing his plate into Ysaryn's hands. She frowned at him, looking like she would have preferred he hand her the blade. 
"I'm a shit shot with a bow, anyway." Ruli forgave her.
"You may be shit with this, too." Ysaryn prodded, and he snorted, partially unsheathing the thing to peer at it. 
He narrowed his eyes and prodded the blade. "Amrian steel?" He asked, glancing toward her. "Feels stronger than what I'm used to." He grinned, sheathing it again. "Thank you. Its lovely. I ... didn't get you anything."
"Is what I said!" Ysaryn said, shoving his plate back in her hands so she could keep eating. 

Ruli tucked the blade between his arm and torso so he could eat. He was dressed in his usual earthy tones, his clothing thicker, less ragged. Though he still wore no shoes. His feet carried a bright white sand that declared he'd been near a beach, though the smell he carried resembled caves, more than shore. "So, what are you doing here?" He wondered carefully.