Training with the elves. Ruli's eyebrows twitched upward in surprise. Never did he imagine the elves would allow that. But her mention of Ysaryn made him forget his rude comments. He was relieved she was alright. The his mind repeated her words. Tomorrow. Outside. No need to restrain. The bars whined as Ruli gripped them harder. Tomorrow. Outside. No need to restrain. "Fine." He said shortly when she told him ... whatever it was as a goodbye. He wasn't listening. He leaned back again, glaring once more at the wards, before he resumed his pacing.

Ysaryn chuckled, stretching in a yawn. She felt more rested than Narda sounded; her time on the medical bed more refreshing than she wanted to admit. "Being chieftess is not always easy when it is to bed mates." Ysaryn sighed. "The ones who are eager are not worth it. The ones who are worth it are not eager. Or have mates already." She frowned, thinking of a certain blond who had turned out to be far from eager. Ysaryn was working on convincing herself he was no longer worth it.

She was quiet, thoughtful, until she heard the door open, and Ysaryn raised her head from her pillow. Her unbound hair swept off the side of the cot and dangled onto the clean floor like a curtain. 
"While I like the bed, I, too, cannot wait to leave." Ysaryn admitted, dropping her head again. Then she grew a wicked smile. "We were speaking of how many you have taken to bed." She teased, her teeth showing. "Maybe you are not so good with the tongues?"