“You didn’t exactly give us the time to warn you,” Kire said with a chuckle. “And don’t worry, Ed’s used to foul-mouthed women. Isn’t he, Nard?”
“Mmm,” Narda hummed, a wide grin on her face as she lay back on the bed. “Ed is quite good with tongues.” 
Kire laughed aloud at that. “He does have a way with the ladies.” She smiled, watching Ysaryn unwound her hair, before pondering on her question. 
“Tall, but not tall like Envy,” the giantess answered, yawning. “Beautiful face. Pale. Purple eyes, but sad.” 
“She does smile, though,” Kire put in. “At least she gets on well with Zeke. They seemed close. Or as close as one could get with elves with their disposition, as far as I could tell.” Kire stood from her chair. “Alright. I’m sorely tempted to just lie down, so I’d rather go to the cells now and see how Ruli is doing before I change my mind. Save a spot for me,” she added to Ysaryn, pointing to the cot next to hers with a smirk. Narda lifted a sleepy hand in farewell. 

Kire almost got lost on the way to the cell, but after catching sight of Farryn she was able to find an escort back to where they had been held. Remembering how she felt while inside made her stomach drop, but she reminded herself that at least she wasn’t made to wear the bracelets. “Hey,” Kire said, reaching the cell. “Just wanted to make sure you’re alright.” She leaned against the bars, felt a bit of a tingle from the wards, then straightened up again. “He’s fine. He’s alright,” she said, smiling. “The smooth bastard even learned Elvish. Ed’s always been clever, and a good student.” She gestured at him. “How are you feeling?”