Ysaryn paid no mind to the others when Kire whispered to Ed about her words, her ears having picked up the low voices. She pulled open the wardrobe doors, her eyes scanning the linen and articles available. Robes. Robes. More robes. "No. I will not." Ysaryn answered Kire when she was invited to sit, rifling through the folded piles, pulling several out to toss carelessly onto the floor. 
"[i]Yes, yes, fine, Wyvern, it is nice t-[/i]"
Ysaryn whipped around, her fuchsia eyes snapping to Ed. Another flush crept across her face as she finally caught on that he could understand and speak the language. Even if the dialect was slightly different. So damned polite and formal, these elves.

"[i]Well, shit.[/i]" Ysaryn turned her back on Ed again, resuming her digging. "[i]Now I want to stab you, among other things.[/i]" Ysaryn grumbled, though with far less ire in her voice. With a small shout in glee, she pulled tree a pair of soft white trousers. "Shield eyes, cousin." She said in the common tongue as she kicked off the soft slippers they'd given her and bent to pull the trousers on beneath the skirts. So many skirt. 

Seemingly satisfied with pants on, Ysaryn moved to the table and sat upon one of the vacant chairs, folding one leg over the other. "What are these?" She demanded, raising her arms and twitching the billowing fabric back. The engraved and enchanted bracelets were clasped to her wrist, looking like little more than decorative jewelry. "I cannot remove them. They feel ugly." Her eyes scanned the room again. "And where are the angry ones?" Ysaryn added, as, of course, she did not count herself among the angry ones.