After seeing to his room, though having no belongings to set down, and, currently, no desire to rest, Zeke slipped back out the door, peering  through the stained glass window in the center of the corridor. Hearing that Ed was within with the women, Zeke continued, finding his way back toward the outdoors, to where the princess still sat at the table.

It was perhaps a half an hour after Ed's arrival that the door was opened, Farryn stepping inside only long enough to bow another figure inside. While her hair was still plaited neatly against her head, Ysaryn no longer wore her combat leathers, nor boots, nor weapons. Instead, she wore a flowing gown of soft blue, cinched at the waist, modestly cut over her chest, and flowing behind her and along her arms. Her burning eyes settled on Narda, Kira, and then Ed, and her face promptly turned dark as she blushed. 

Her nostrils flared the moment Farryn shut the door once more. "[i]Of course the cousin is gorgeous.[/i]" She snarled quietly, looking around to pointlessly search for her leathers, which were no where to be found. "[i]And of course I'm forced into this ...[/i] women's [i]garb.[/i]" Ysaryn complained, pulling at the thin skirt in emphasis.