Ysaryn didn't hesitate when ordered to go rest, unfolding herself from her chair to direct herself upstairs. Gavin, Daryll, Kire, Ed, they all left, and Ruli remained in his chair for a while, finishing his glass of spiced wine. He'd never really been in a situation like this. Knowing war was coming. Planning for it. Attacks and raid in Ziad had always been unexpected. Prepared for, yes, but they never knew when it was coming. 
This was unnerving. 

Drink finished, he wandered upstairs to his room and went in, pulling his hair into a bun to sleep. But as he kicked off his boots and lay himself in bed, he found himself unable to sleep. The day was coiling itself in his mind. The plans, the flash bombs, how he'd move as the decoy, how he'd protect Gavin while doing it. 
It had only been days. How has Kire been doing this for months?

He got up with a graceful movement and, barefooted, crept to the door. Listening for a moment, he opened it and crept along to hall to Kire's room, where he knocked, then waited. 
When her face appeared, he couldn't tell if she was confused or not by his sudden appearance. All he could read was the tension of the day. Ruli inhaled and whispered. "Say no, and I leave." He offered. "Say yes, and no more words will be exchanged between us, and I leave before dawn."