The two paused in their bickering when Ruli excused himself. “Uh—sorry, yeah you go ahead,” Kire muttered, before turning back to Elva. “Now look what you did, yelling in front of him like that!” 
“Well if you didn’t overexert yourself he wouldn’t even [i]be[/i] here!” 
“Oy oy oy, ” Narda shook her head,  “if you two keep yelling like that, you’d shake the whole mountainside. Though I am inclined to side with the healer, I must ask, Elva, that you do not add to your cousin’s injuries,” she said, amused. Kire threw out a hand at Narda, glaring at Elva. The back and forth between the three went on for a little while longer after Ruli had left, albeit with much less shouting and hitting, though Elva did smoke up the whole infirmary in her stress. 

The bickering had died down, thankfully, a couple of hours later. It was late afternoon by then, and a message had arrived from Janes saying that negotiations had gone smoothly. More good news, which Kire was glad to receive. She had regained some of her energy by then, though not up to fighting strength. Narda pointed out that, for now, the battle was over, anyway, and she needed to focus on healing herself enough to face the captured lords. Kire was a little glum, too, that her sword had yet to be recovered. 
At Elva’s orders, she was exiled back to her bedroom to rest up some more until it was time for dinner and another round of medicines for her arm. The Ring was healing the flesh some more, but I was still painful to move. Kire stepped into her room and sank onto the bed with a grunt. All things considered, the outcome of the day had been very good, but she didn’t like how she had to sit back. What good was it to be seen disappearing in the middle of an important fight? She looked at her burnt hand, frowning at it, and at the Ring on her finger.