Kire and Narda entered their chamber, with the giantess whistling, impressed. “Almost as nice as the Palace chambers, isn’t it?” she said, once the servant elf had left them alone.
“What do you mean, ‘almost’? This is pretty good,” Kire said, roaming around the room. She was tired, but her mind was awake, happy and excited after the reunion. She saw Narda eyeing the bed and laughed. “Fine, you get the bed.” 
“As I should,” Narda said with a huff, though she grinned back. She was about to look into the wardrobe to see if there was anything that would fit her when they heard a knock on the door. Kire opened it and grinned, seeing Ed. 
“I know you should be resting, but we haven’t had a proper sit-down yet,” he said, and Kire nodded, beckoning him in. “Not bad, is it?” he commented, smiling as he looked about their chambers.
“Not at all,” Kire said, watching Ed sit down by the table with a soft groan. “Getting old, cousin?”
Ed snorted at that. “Just my legs. I can move and fight on them, but they still ache.” Kire joined him at the table while Narda sat up on the bed. 
“Elva will talk your ear off about that when you come home,” Kire replied, chuckling, though she went somber after a while. “They treat you well here, I take it?” she asked, her tone suggesting she would do something about it if the answer was anything that suggested a ‘no’. 
“Very well, considering their secretive nature,” Ed replied. “So, you arrived here with company then? I presume someone was left behind in the cells.” 
“Yeah,” Kire wrinkled her nose at that. “It’s complicated. There’s history between them and the princess. And we also have one more, Ysaryn, an elf, but not like the Raielwen. They don’t like each other much apparently.”