“[i]Ha! I see why you like him,[/i] Narda said in Taakalon to Kire after his comment on her ego. 
“[i]Stop it. You have the wrong idea. And he’s not interested that way, even if you did.[/i]” Kire muttered. 
“[i]You can be very wise, Wyvernling. But you can also be incredibly stupid.[/i]” Narda patted her head as they followed him down the underside of the castle. 
Despite Aeron’s lack of enthusiasm for her return, Kire still smiled at the boy. She raised a hand to wave back at Rab, then he signed something Kire didn’t quite understand, but from the look on the half-elf’s face, she could guess. “Well now. Between the two of us, you’re the one who’s charming everyone,” Kire teased. 
“Not a bad height on him,” Narda observed. “Only a little shorter than me.” 
“Aeron’s the boy, the angry is Bolym, and that one is Rab,” Kire said quickly as they carried the crate away. Narda looked on, most particularly at Rab. 
“You’ve made some peculiar friends,” the giantess pointed out. “Wonder what that one’s story is.” 
“If you paid better attention to any of my numerous retellings, you’d know,” Kire muttered, turning to Ruli as he spoke. “Indeed. If I had gone back later to an empty mountain I wouldn’t know what I’ve done.”
“Most likely torn through half the world, probably,” Narda pointed out. 
“I know how to ask for directions, Nard,” Kire sighed, before continuing. “So what else needs doing? With both the elves and the Ziadi working together I assume you have plenty of hands on deck? What kind of plan does Envy have against the pirate problem? Hopefully none of them have stubborn giantesses in their crew,” she added, to which Narda chuckled.