Elriss glances from Renlath to Myitt with curiosity. She's not missed the brief glance they shared. What's that about? The two of them certainly know each other. She glances around at the others. James... Ike... Mar... how many of them are in cahoots?
Her lip curls at the way Renlath addresses her. She's come to enjoy the respect she usually receives as a leader; none of her subordinates would dare talk to her that way.
"Your funeral," she mutters in Renlath's general direction. "What we don't discuss now will almost definitely interest the Council later."
<I like what's in my head to be private, too,> spits Rose bitterly, in response to Myitt's words.
<Good point,> responds Elriss.
"What about your host?" she asks Myitt. "She have a problem with her thoughts being known? What we do is less..." she searches for a word... "Less invasive than what you've done to her. It's for the good of our people. All our people."
As James speaks, a powerful wave of hunger hits her unexpectedly. Her vision swims; nausea and dizziness wash over her, and by the time it's passed, she finds herself short of breath, with perspiration beginning to bead up on her skin. Try as she might, she can't seem to figure out how long it's been since she fed... surely not three days already?
"Hon," she replies to James, "I imagine all your people will be very familiar with the Light soon enough. If you'll excuse me..."
She gets to her feet, the world seeming to rock under her, and nearly falls into Ike as he approaches. Kandrona starvation, she's coming to realize, is not a good companion for a Redin hangover.
She looks to Ike. He wants to take a walk? The timing, she thinks, couldn't be better. She needs to get outside.
"Alright, hon," she says, trying to steady herself against the Bar counter. She holds out a hand towards Ike and forces a smile, "Let's take a walk."