"Here!"
Ruli turned his head when he heard Kire, his brow furrowed. He rose to his feet, grasping Ysaryn by the upper arm to pull her up as well. "You all saw something?" He asked, feeling Ysaryn yank her arm out of his grasp. He glanced at the elf, only to find her giving Kire a critical glare. Odd. "Ysaryn?"
Her eyes flit to him. "Yes. I saw something."
"Otherwise, fine." Ruli said. He wasn't sweating anymore, but he wiped his brow regardless. "We were all together a moment ago, how did we all wind up in different places?" He wondered. 

"This magic is not right." Ysaryn insisted, rubbing at her arms. "Smells like..."
"Smells like what?"
"Smells like you." She said, and Ruli blinked. 
[i]'You are the one.'[/i] He recalled the winged creature speak. He shook his head, loosing the feeling in his head that he was forgetting something he was supposed to remember.