Ysaryn was quiet, ignoring the man and his son despite their reaction to her. She was used to it, as much as that bothered Ruli. When Kire mentioned the idol, he merely glanced at it before rolling his eyes. It was always some religion that started hysteria. Some god deciding to meddle. 
Like Ysaryn, he was quiet on the way back from camp, sitting himself in a chair to wait as Kire questioned the two they'd rescued. He drummed his fingers on the table they sat around, trying to dig through what he saw. That feeling that he was forgetting something wouldn't go away. 

When Kire barged in and demanded to know what everyone else had seen, Ruli and Ysaryn didn't move, listening as Daryll and Myka spoke first. Daryll's despair caught Ruli's attention, and he glanced up at the man curiously. 
But when Kire mentioned Ziad, Ruli turned his full attention to her, frowning. "The temple?" He asked. He froze, trying to think. Pieces of the figure he'd seen floated into view. 
Her red eyes. Her golden hair. The flames she'd been wrapped in. He could remember her voice, but not her words. 
"I saw Ziad, too." He stated. "Well, not technically. I saw the desert. I knew them. But there was no city. Just sand."
"I saw jungle." Ysaryn admitted. "No sand. My people." She glanced toward Kire again. "And Amria people. Both."
Ruli frowned her way again,  then back to Daryll. He'd also seen a woman. "Can you describe her?"