Kire snorted at his remark, though he was hardly wrong. She took a seat adjacent the head of the table; protocol would have dictated the place would be ceded to her, but after a couple of months of living here they had largely been loose with the rules, at least when dining amongst family. She was about to ask Narda how she was getting on when Etta came in, grinning. "I had the bread. It's tasty with the beef!" she declared, sweeping in to sit next to Precy. 
Kire grinned. "Won't you spoil your appetite though?"
"Nah," Precy said with a giggle. "She's kinda like you, Kay."
"Hey!" Etta pouted for a moment, before huffing. "Okay. Maybe. But I didn't eat a lot-lot. Just a bit to taste it! Do you bake cakes, too?" she asked, turning to Ruli.
Pres grinned. "He's from another world, Et! Is cake the first thing you ask about?" 
Her remark made Kire chuckle. "Yes, he does--oh. Wait." She frowned, realizing she was remembering something else. [I]The visions.[/i] "Sorry. Got confused for a moment there." 

The two girls looked curiously at her, then glanced at each other. Kire wondered what they were thinking, bracing for a question before she heard the lady of the manor enter. "I see my patients have actually obeyed my orders to rest," Elva said, grinning, "which I find surprising but nevertheless comforting. Look at that, I still have [i]some[/i] authority left as your healer." 
Narda grinned back. "There was promise of food, you see." She winked at Etta and Precy beside her, the girls giggling at that. 
Elva shook her head, then turned to Kire. "I was going to check on you, but decided to let you be and see how the Ring was healing you."
"It's managing. Slow, but I feel it working," Kire replied. 

"Glad to see you haven't found a way to actually break the thing," came a male voice behind her. As Elva took her seat, Daryll came in, his brown hair loose and falling to his shoulders. While none of them wore anything too lavish, some elegance and quality could still be seen in their clothes. Daryll's attire looked completely ordinary. "You're lucky you still have an arm. Or the rest of you." 
"Hello to you, too, Daryll. You going to yell at me, too?"
Daryll rolled his eyes. "I would, but that never stopped you before." He gave a nod to Narda, then turned his attention to Ruli. "Rulitus, I presume?" He took his place beside Kire. "Tell me, is she as impossibly stubborn in your world as she is here in Amria?" 
The girls snickered, and Kire pouted at them. "Not you too," she said. 
"You kinda deserve it," Etta said, chin up.