The Amrians chatted softly, with Ed telling them about how the elves had treated him while under their care, and Kire and Narda filled him in on what had happened since his disappearance. After half an hour, they heard the door open, and in stepped the servant elf Farryn with Ysayrn. Or at least she thought it was Ysaryn; Kire gaped a little, seeing the shadow elf in a delicate dress instead of her warrior’s garb. “Ysaryn, are you alright?” she asked when she finally remembered to speak, but the elf was muttering to herself as she rummaged around the room. 
Ed had heard her mumbling and had to suppress a smirk, waiting for Kire to make their formal introduction. “Ys—hey, Ysaryn! What do you need?” Kire spoke, more firmly now, though she admittedly was very glad to see her up and about. “What did she say?” she turned to Ed in a whisper. 
“She is—unhappy with her outfit. Like how you feel when you’re stuffed into your formal dress,” Ed said, adding the last with a cheeky smirk. 
Kire’s brows were raised. “Ah. Well.” She cleared her throat. “This is my cousin, Edward, Ed for short. Ed, this is my good friend, Ysaryn. How are you feeling? Will you sit down, please?” she said to the elf. 
Narda chuckled, shaking her head at Kire’s politeness. 
"[i]My pleasure to make your acquaintance,[/i]" Ed said with a bow.