Ysaryn shrugged at the description. Suppose that was woefully boring; the fact that Aera looked so typical for the elves here. Her mind couldn't quite get past Narda's remark about tongues. She understood he'd learned fast, but why had it made Kire laugh. 
As Kire departed, the dark elf glanced to the cot beside hers, then gasped. "Oh!" She clapped her hand, chuckling, before she leaned back. "You mean that he is good with pleasure!" Ysaryn settled onto her pillow, amused. "I see. 'Good with tongues.' I like that." She grinned wickedly. "Do you know that?" Ysaryn asked the sleepy woman in the bed. "Are you and he mates?"

The moment he heard steps, Ruli was at the bars again. He looked tired, strained, but alert. "I'm glad hes alright." Ruli admitted, fidgeting. "I'm..." he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "I'd rather be home, to be honest. Anywhere, but," he glanced up at the wards. He wanted to ask to be escorted out, so he could go home, to his own little house, and come back for them in a few hours. Days. His skin crawled at the mere thought of being able to leave, like it was trying to escape without him. 

"When are we going back?" He settled instead, still shifting, restless. His blue eyes roamed her face, noticing how much softer her expressions were now that worry wasn't biting at her. 
"He's well, then?" Ruli made himself ask. "You look happier. And Ysaryn? Have you any news?"