Risa turned her head slightly away, glancing at Kire from the corner of her eye as if waiting for some backhanded compliment or a straight out insult. When none came, she lowered her head, tightened the sash that held her robe together before rising to her feet. "The [i]Goddess[/i] Solaralai." She corrected, patting the folds from her robe. 
Folding her arms over her chest, Ysaryn loitered near the door, letting Kire and the princess speak on their own, her cat-like eyes watching closely. 

"There are still followers here in Úvano, yes. I take their company a few times a week. But I would ask [i]why[/i] some stranger parading as an empress in a land that isn't hers would be asking?"