Kire couldn’t help rubbing her face in embarrassment when Ysaryn made her comment. But, for once, she laughed honestly in front of Ruli at his remark once the elf had left. “Yeah, no. Subtlety doesn’t exist in her vocabulary, in common or Elvish, I surmise.” She was glad he offered to walk; she needed to do something with her feet, or at least distract herself with the woods while they talked. As they stepped outside, she kept quiet, trying, and failing, to remember what she had thought to say and in what order she thought she would say them.

“I—I think we got off on the wrong foot today,” she said finally. “I don’t know how mornings after that worked. First time, he was gone by the time I woke, and then you earlier—well. I. There. I don’t know how these work normally, is what I’m trying to say.”