Ruli only raised his eyebrows as one cousin assaulted the other, suddenly afraid to move. He'd foolishly assumed her burn had been from the exploding dolls, not her own magic backfiring. Suddenly, much more of what Elva had said made sense. He swallowed, looking from Kire, to Elva, to Narda, and back. 
She'd transported twenty, when her limit was ten, and then had crossed into his world [i]and[/i] back. Holy Gods. Even he was surprised she wasn't dead.

He looked over to Narda, wondering if she felt as awkward about the exchange as he did, but the giantess seemed half ready to smack Kire herself. The hiss she'd made told him something ... either vulgar or cruel was said. Judging by the looks on Elva's face, the answer was the later. 
Ruli remained still, only his eyes darting around the room, before he uncomfortably cleared his throat. "I might go lay down." [i]Give you three time to yell at one another.[/i] He rose to his feet, wincing again.