The door swung open, and Kire was on the other side, having already bathed and dressed to leave half an hour prior, her scarred arm free of the bandage. The irritation in her eyes showed that she had tossed and turned all night, too, and had, to her own displeasure, woken up earlier than intended. After a couple of moments, though, Kire put on an amiable expression. "Good morning. Ready to leave?" she asked, ignoring the elf's teasing. 

She walked beside the elf on the way back to the caves. "We had a nice dinner, then a chat. At some point, we both realized there's just too many things stacked against us," Kire said bluntly, knowing the elf was probably chomping at the bit for juicy details. Kire shrugged. "Or, more accurately, he knew it, and I simply caught up. It is what it is. Nothing else happened. I suppose we're probably better off just friends." She looked at Ysaryn and smiled. "Better to nip it in the bud before things get too hard. But! Enough about trivial matters," she said, waving a hand. 

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Gavin, too, hadn't slept well, but he had risen in a much better mood than the other two. After finding a small pouch for the charmed pebble yesterday, he had packed quickly, then, wondering if he had forgotten something, undid his packing and repacked again. The knife Kire gave him, which he had religiously kept polished, he wore at his hip now. Gods, he was so excited, anticipation and anxiety combined, that he felt like he had drunk a whole jug of coffee. 

He grabbed some bread to nibble on for breakfast, not wanting to eat too much in anticipation of the discomfort of the portal. After that, his pack in tow, he headed to Envy's chambers. "Envy?" He called.