Kire grinned sheepishly at Envy’s comment. “I feel I should apologize for that. Narda’s my peace offering, though,” she said, though when Envy said Ruli was resting from their attempt to look into his visions, her smile disappeared into a concerned frown. “’Attempted’? I suppose that means it wasn’t entirely successful? Alright, I’ll go fetch him.” 
As Kire went off towards Ruli’s house, Narda smiled warmly at Envy. “Besides the new riddles being thrown our way by fickle gods? My days have grown uninteresting. Peace does that, but better uninteresting than bloody.” She chuckled, taking his arm in hers. “But of course, my days are never dull whenever I have the pleasure of your company.” 
She hummed a little in thought, glancing the way Kire had gone. “You’re right about her spending more time here. Is that something that concerns you?” she asked. “Forgive me if you find that a rather prying question. I promise I won’t speak of your answer to her.” 

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Kire knocked on Ruli’s door, wondering how bad the headache was. Her thoughts went back to the word she had blurted out earlier, as well as Ysaryn’s response to that. The last thing she wanted was for him to think she was making assumptions again, or that she was overly eager to rush things—but…[i]Is it a bad thing to feel?[/i] She sighed, frowning, shaking her thoughts free from it. The moment the door opened, she gave him a warm smile. “Hey. Envy says you got a headache. Are you alright?”