Ruli flashed her a toothy grin as she patted his shoulder. "Yes, but I would rather not attempt it again." He admitted. "But, Envy will be beside himself when you tell him. He's probably going to demand to see the memory of it. I'll try to block out the overwhelming fear." Slowing his pace to match hers, he and Ed each walked alongside of her. He glanced over the woman's head to eye the male cousin. "So, she does this sort of thing alot?"

Ysaryn turned her head when Myka appeared, instinctively brushing her not-so-long-anymore hair over her shoulder. An empty gesture, now. "I do not know." The elf admitted. "I did not know she would look at a male out of choice, and I have never seen him smile before. Where I display my sharp teeth, he hides his." She clicked her teeth together in a mock-bite, grinning at Myka. "She trusts much. I think she is teaching him to do the same."

As they reached the tents, Ruli branched away from Kire, allowing her into the food tent with her cousin. He stood to the side of the entrance, watching the way the Amrians now studied their empress. Ysaryn held no such reservations, strolling in and helping herself to more of the meat left out for them. She plopped onto a chair and braced her feet on the table, her ankles crossed. "Kirai, I do not mind staying." She insisted. Ruli glanced in through the flaps, looking indifferent. Stay or go, he hardly cared. 
As Ed mentioned that she promised to join the reclaiming of her throne, the elf grinned wickedly. "Not unless you want war between you and mine." She teased. Hopefully. "I want their blood, Kirai. How many of my people were broken and worse for them?" A soft growl emanated from her throat. "I am owed."

"Narda and Zeke both can care for themselves." Ruli offered. "If they're smart, they'll have gone back to the elves for shelter."