Ysaryn only twitched, glad that everyone was eager to leave, and not only her and Rulitus. Kire, at least, wasn't forced to wear these damned things, and Narda had no magic to speak of. Ysaryn raised her head, suddenly aware that she hadn't seen Zeke since they were locked in the cell together. She should ask about him, later. 
At least they couldn't lose track of Ruli.

"Judging from the way they act, yes, it is a backhand. 'Strong one', as if they thought you would have given up." Ysaryn wrinkled her nose. "Despicable. Strength should be honoured." She opened her mouth, then closed it. "But, I cannot speak against it. Had you landed in our slums nine months ago, many of mine would have argued to cut you throats." Ysaryn glanced sidelong at him. "Sorry. Men had long abused us. We are not trusting, either." She rubbed the spot on her abdomen where the cut had been made against her flesh, feeling the scar through the thin silk.
"A long time ago, we were more trusting. Perhaps, in the new home, we will become again. The Ziadi know we are not the elves that hunted them and destroyed their city. So perhaps they will not grab they children when they see us."

As Kire and Narda appeared, Ysaryn glanced to Ed and let them unite, her hands still fists in her pockets. While out of the way, she observed the way the Amrian soldiers lined up, their eyes on Kire like she was a dream. Their Empress, out of the shadows to spare them from this cruel world of vegetarians with rods up their arses.
Speaking of which, Ysaryn caught movement from the corner of her eye and turned her head to find Zeke standing beside a dark haired elf she assumed to be Aera, judging by the deep set of purple eyes. They both watched the Amrians speak to one another, as they bowed in awe to their Empress. A few of the Raielwen guards, or guides, whatever they were calling themselves, glanced toward their princess in question. 
As Ysaryn looked back to the princess, she gave a soft shake of her head, expressing that this behavior didn't bother her. 

Interesting. Ysaryn looked back to the soldiers, watching the exchange. 

"She must be a great leader." Aera commented idly to Zeke. "Despite the fact that she doesn't currently hold her seat of power."
Zeke shrugged. "I haven't interacted with her much, but she seems genuine." He took steps as Aera moved down the stairs to approach the Amrians and her own kin, clasping her ever-gloved hands before her.
 
"I am please to see you reunited with your Empress." Aera said loudly to the Amrians, knowing at least the majority of them would understand. Those who didn't had others to translate. She then turned to Kire. "Not many of our numbers can withstand sunlight. But any assistance you need in getting your men and women home at last, we will gladly offer." Aera promised. "I would say you are invited to stay as long as you'd like, but beside the fact that these warriors are likely very eager to return to their families, you have a very irate party member in our possession who may very well begin biting the next hand who tries to feed him."