Ruli's gaze shifted from Kire to Ed as they spoke, the latter correcting her to emphasize that she was not doing this alone. He gathered that this was a habit of hers, taking on the world on her own. Somehow, that didn't surprise him. [i]They look similar.[/i] Ruli agreed with Kire's statement in the woods. '[i]He looks like me.[/i]' She hadn't been lying. The same angle of the eyes, the same shade of blonde, the same way they carried themselves. Proud. Their bodies were relatively relaxed, comfortable and glad to be near one another. 
They smelled like the elves, though. 
At least he did. Kire smelled like mineral water.

He groaned and bent, the bars crying in his hands as he squeezed them. "So we're just waiting on whatever she went to get?" He demanded, his torso parallel to the ground for a few seconds before he straightened again, now rolling his shoulders. There was no sign of Kire's Ring, but the sword she'd gifted him had been removed from his belt and set on the cushions behind him. "Then we're leaving with them. Your men." Ruli stated back, trying to understand. He should have just asked Aera to let him leave ahead of them, let him out. 

"And of course, you're not going to this thing alone." Zeke said casually behind them. 
Ruli glanced his way, still frowning. "Well, look. Something we agree on." He snarled. 
Zeke frowned back at him, and Ysaryn rolled her eyes and cut them off. "We fought beside you once, Kirai. We glad to do it again." She smiled wickedly at the Amrian woman. "Plus, I want to see how you friends fight." She added, gesturing to Narda while her eyes fell on Ed.