Ruli's expression was taut as she explained, his mind following along despite his grogginess. Ysaryn, understanding more than Narda if no where near as much as Rulitus, looked between the two as she devoured her meal. 
It was her comment about the Kartaians that made him grimace, suddenly looking fearful. "If your cousin came out anywhere near them, Kire." Ruli said gently, cautiously, glancing her way again. His eyes remained on hers, expressing thoughts he didn't feel the need to say. [i]We had trouble with mindless dolls. You've amplified power. Mine matches theirs. Your cousin would stand little chance.[/i]

He swallowed, looking back toward his plate, trying to gather any thought to an alternative. "There is a chance that he came within distance, just enough to sense them, or they him. Ziad and Lithilote are both within distance. It is why the Kartaians came when you did." He offered, trying to soften the blunt edge of his expectations. 
For a moment, he wondered if Ed had made it to Lithilote, then. Aera's court, the anti-social, nocturnal band of elves that rarely showed their faces, and even less interest in the world outside of their own. If [i]they[/i] found the Amrian, he would at least be alive.

Ruli pushed his plate away, unable to eat more. Ysaryn put her fingers on his plate and dragged it toward her, looking to finish what he'd neglected. "Shall we?" Ruli asked, rising to his feet. 
"I will meet you." Ysaryn said, gesturing to the dishes. "I need to feed my family. [i]Don't go hunting without me[/i]." She added sternly, leering at Ruli.
He raised his hands in silent surrender to her demand and led the Amrians outside, only long enough to offer his hands and Walk them through the long darkness and into the mountains. 

A low grumble sounded overhead, storm clouds blocking out the sun without letting rain fall. Ruli glanced upward, inhaling, never quiet accustomed to the smell of wet earth, before he led the way inside.
Envy was waiting within, enjoying one of his cigarettes as the trio walked in. Even over the smell of the tobacco, he paused, eyes scanning both Narda and Kire curiously. "[i]Why do they both smell like you?[/i]" He asked Ruli.
"[i]They took my bed.[/i]" Ruli answered indifferently. "[i]I slept elsewhere.[/i]" He added for good measure, to avoid the assumption that would follow. 
Envy only hummed, glancing over the women again before he beckoned them and led them into his room. He'd set up a small table within, upon which sat a few bowls and pouches of varying ingredients. Feathers, animal parts, powders, and more. Envy sat himself at the table, leaning back to observe the two. "How do you like the new location?" He wondered. Ruli started to mess with the ingredients before them, pulling the recipe from his memory to aide the blind Kartaian. "We're in debates on its name. New Ziad is a mouthful, but less so than the language of the locals. Risa has suggested naming it as a blend. Taking Ziad's meaning and translating it." He squinting, looking thoughtful. "[i]Maggiore[/i], I think she said it would be."