Kire looked hungrily at the table. When Ruli said she could have what's left, she nodded and started on some soup. Elva looked to be puffing out more smoke, like she was just waiting for Kire to get settled before giving her an earful. "The arm is from her Ring, Nard," Elva said. "Just how many of you did she transport?" 
Narda paused, thinking it over. "About a third of the front line from our battalion. Twenty at once, plus me."

"[I]TWENTY[/i]?" Elva smacked Kire upside the head; Kire coughed out the soup. Kire yelled back a curse, and the two of them fired arguments in Taakalon in rapid succesion. Narda inhaled through her teeth. Elva slammed a hand on the table. "Ten was her limit. Ten!" She said to the other two, about ready to give Kire another almighty smack before Kire grabbed her hand. 
"Woman, are you trying to kill me or heal me? Gods," Kire stood to fetch a washcloth and cleaned herself and the table off as best she could. "I didn't have a choice. Either that or the first explosion gets them." 
"And if something else went wrong, you would have gotten yourself and them killed, too," Elva stressed, muttering in Taakalon afterward.