Syheath remained outside, though she really couldn't understand why. Sure, at first, being out here alone was simply to avoid returning indoors with a blush and the possibility of having a stupid look on her face, but now, faced with the biting cold of the night air, she had no reason to remain out here. She pulled her satchel up onto her lap, rummaging through it quickly enough to find her two daggers, her brand news ones that Ulric had bought her after she'd lost her old pair back in Valiance Keep.

Her lips curled in bemusement, her eyes running slowly along the curving edge of the blade, a characteristic of her previous favorite, and even inscribed with her name down the handle. A plume of white steam escaped her lips as she sighed, dropping her shoulders before carefully laying the dagger back into her satchel, reaching up to grab ahold of the railing to pull herself up when the handle of the door began to spin, catching her attention and causing her to sit back down, expecting Ulric or Remnaar to be returning.

Instead of either of them, Syheath's eyes shrunk critically as she stared at her younger sister, her only one, Kyra not looking in her direction as she turned to close the door, bundled up in Colin's coat, turning toward Syheath with a concerned turn of her brow.

"They said you looked cold out here, so here," Kyra explained, dropping the woolen, patterned blanket by Syheath's side, unsure if she'd even accept it, "Besides, I wanted to talk anyway."

"'bout what?" Syheath replied, almost challengingly.

Kyra shrugged, burying her hands into her pockets, "Anything, really. You know, I don't think we've ever exchanged more than a few sentences to one another."

"Shocker," Syheath frowned, "Look, we've gotten this far without speaking- how's about we just keep on keeping on. Hold the course. Whatever the fuck it is those Sentinels tell you."

She waited until Kyra turned away in exasperation before pulling her crossed arms closer, not wanting to give it away that she might actually be in need of the blanket she'd been offered. The sight of her kid sister, in the throes of aching pain, crossed her mind, still slightly surprised at the woman who stood atop the same balcony. She tried to catch a secretive glance at Kyra, catching whatever of her prominent, strong frame she could grasp that wasn't covered by the bundle of baggy cloth surrounding her torso, just barely returning to normal as Kyra turned her head toward her.

"I don't even think we've ever even spoken one-on-one like this before," Kyra noted, leaning onto the balcony.

Syheath dropped her shoulders, tilting her head sarcastically, "Well, you made it clear from an early enough age what you were all about."

Kyra shot her a glare, "You're seriously going to hold me to a version of me that was a child? A sickly one, at that? who had no idea what was going on within her own body, much less what all was happening with her family? I can understand Kalaeth and everybody seeing me as a liability to the family name- at least I can disprove that. How am I supposed to disprove something you're so bitter about from centuries ago?!"

Shaking her head unknowingly, Syheath barely offered a reply, "How should I know?"

Her sister's obstinacy already driving a crick up her neck, Kyra softly ran her hand across her face, repeating almost as a religious mantra in her head the advice Colin had given her, "Be the bigger person… Be the bigger person…"

She knew, very well, that she could spar and defeat her siblings, should they question her physical worth, but whatever Syheath held over Kyra, she couldn't exactly solve it in the same way, though she seriously wanted to. Her eyes peered, sidelong, toward her sister, her lips spinning unhappily, trying to figure out what it was she wanted from her. An apology? An explanation?

In her thoughts, Kyra just barely caught Syheath's voice on the sudden change of the breeze, nearly in a whisper, "…mush'al."

Kyra's face quickly turned to face her sister, with Syheath's eyes staring up at her knowingly, almost challenging her. Her mantra left someplace else in her mind, Kyra suddenly stomped toward her sister, kicking away the blanket as she wound her arm up, forcing it down toward Syheath's face, though her older sister quickly grabbed her wrist to withhold her slap. In her seated position, however, Syheath was unable to swing her other arm around in time as Kyra shot her free hand around, slapping her sister across the face with a massive *CLAP* echoing through the breeze.

Stepping back, Kyra pointed down at her sister as Syheath eyed her, defiantly, clutching her chin, "I will not let you call me that; I don't care if I unknowingly ruined ten of your lifetimes. Look, I came out here to-"

Syheath leapt to her feet, leaping toward Kyra with a vigorous launch from her seated position, knocking Kyra toward the back of the balcony as the two sparred, unprofessionally, like two children whose emotions were dictating their movements far more than their technique. Their arms flailed around, childishly, though through their grunts, it seemed to be more heated than it truly was.

Colin's head turned over his shoulder toward the door out toward the balcony, frowning as the fighting rumbled on outside. The others had all gone, leaving him at Vylira's bedside to watch over her as Kyra had left, though the results seemed to have been unfavorable. Still, neither of them had charged back in through the door to leave, which he figured to be a good sign, for what it was worth.

He felt a gently tug at his hand as he quickly turned back toward Vylira's bed, looking down at the hand that he'd been holding, keeping track of its pulse as it clenched once more, just barely, before a two slits of moonlight appeared ever so slightly atop Vylira's face as her eyes managed to open up.

Her head turned toward Colin, her voice as weak as anything, though her face shone with enough to displease to make up for her shallow speech, "What's all the racket?"

Colin grinned, "I think it's Kyra and Syheath bonding."

Vylira shut her eyes, groaning out loud, "Shit. Alright, let me get out there and straighten them-"

As she tried to pull herself up, Colin gently pushed her shoulder down onto the mattress, "Yeah, or you could get your rest. They'll be fine. Who knows, they probably need this."

Vylira scoffed weakly, shaking her head just barely, "That's why men weren't Sentinels for millennia; they pull shit like this all the time. Just let me-"

"No," Colin replied, with soft authority, "I'll take care of it."

Sighing deeply, Vylira shut her eyes, shaking her head as her lips turned in, displeasingly. She remained there for a slight amount of time, as if trying to find sleep that wasn't there, though after a few more moments, her body began to shift restlessly, her position becoming more and more uncomfortable having been laying there for quite some time, only stopping as another *crash* broke in from outside, a rather loud cry coming from one of the two.

Vylira finally spoke up, "I couldn't help but notice that you're not taking care of it."

Colin grinned, "You're really going to have a difficult time with children if you think you're going to keep an eye out all day, every day. Especially given your lifespan."

"Oh god…" Vylira murmured, annoyed, lazily pulling an arm up to cover her face, "Don't even… The Cenarion Circle takes them in soon enough…"

He chuckled quietly, turning to look toward the door once again as the fighting began to die down, "See? Now with all that energy gone, they can have a real heart to heart."

Vylira sighed, shaking her head weakly, "We'll see."

Kyra and Syheath had both collapsed, sitting across from one another as they leaned against either the inn or the railing, their breaths escaping them like bellows as their heads leaned back, exhaustedly. Kyra pulled her legs toward her, resting a hand on her knee as she looked at her sister, taking a gulp of air as she tiredly attempted to speak, her voice only coming out through heated breaths.

"What is it…you want from me?" she questioned plainly, Syheath's eyes meeting hers as she went on, "All I wanted was to love you. For decades, I was holed up in our home, only ever seeing priestesses or our parents. All I ever wanted to hear about was my brothers and sisters; I would ask out father, every time I saw him, about you, and Kalaeth, and everybody."

Her eyes dimmed slightly, "I thought it would be so cool to go on one of your adventures down south to Al'Ameth. Father brought a nightsaber in for me to see one time, and I loved it, and you were the only sibling who I ever heard go out to play with them. That's all I ever wanted, and I was so jealous; but more than that, I wanted to do it with my older sister."

Kyra brought her wrist up to wipe away her tears, lowering her face as she shook her head, "For however much attention you believe I took from you, I lost so much of my life in that house, battling whatever illness it was that was attempting to consume me from within. I wasn't sitting in there, planning, trying to figure out how to steal more of our father and mother's time- I was trying, so desperately, to fight to be with you and everybody else."

Syheath's lips knowingly pulled to the side, her eyes looking away, feigning a lack of emotion, "I guess I never saw it that way. I mean, by the time even I came around, Kel was knee deep in Darnassian politics, Nyl had already gone into the Circle, but Vylira was being recognized- and with those twins... Father and mother already had little time for me to begin with even before you showed up."

She sighed, "I suppose it was a bit unfair to blame you for all of that."

"Just a bit," Kyra repeated, grinning.

Syheath rolled her eyes, "Shut up; I'm trying here."

Kyra couldn't help but laugh as light as she could, just managing to hold a hand to her mouth to hide it, though still earning an unamused stare from her sister.

"After everything that has happened, what, with Ulric and everything…" Syheath began, tilting her head back to look up toward the stars above, "I've come to realize that this is quite the transitional period in my life. Maybe I should use this as a chance to reevaluate some things, resolve some grudges. We've all already decided to take a sort of leave; I don't know, maybe I'll go home for a bit or something."

Kyra smiled, "I'm sure mother will like that."

Her sister's head turned down toward her, "Is she still as stubborn as ever?"

"She's working on it," Kyra assured, "I think the more of her children come home with mates, the more she realizes her first go-round as a mother wasn't as successful as she'd have liked it to be. The closer she gets to grandkids, I guess, the more she sees it as a second chance."

She looked up to notice the lost face on Syheath, leaving Kyra to recall just how little she was within the loop, her lips grinning mutely as she explained, "Nyl has a mate, Esaria; and to that point, Aaleas has one as well. I happen to be the third, so that only leaves four left; mother and father probably think they're running out of time."

Kyra laughed lightly to herself as she rested her head against her knee, her eyes closed in recollection of her home, which was far more comforting than the unending horrors that Northrend had offered since her arrival. Syheath looked away, attempting to seem uninterested, though she couldn't help but reveal her curiosity.

"Esaria. What's she like?"

Quickly, Kyra grinned, slowly rising to her feet as she made her way toward her sister, earning a particularly concerned look from Syheath as she grabbed the blanket, throwing it up into the air with one edge in hand, allowing it to fall down atop the two sisters as Kyra sat beside her, noticing the begrudging groan from her older sister.

"This is a bit too much…" Syheath complained, though Kyra failed to notice her seriousness.

"She's really cool," Kyra nodded, bundling up beneath the thick blanket, "Like, 'chilly' cool. The two of them came for a visit and I think I got thirteen words out of her, all one-word sentences at that. I guess it matches Nylfallas' still waters, though I'm not sure whether or not either of them ever talk to one another. She does have this pristine voice, though; it'd be pretty if she ever let it be heard."

She turned toward Syheath, "Why do you ask?"

Syheath frowned, now unable to truly hide much at this proximity with her sister, though she tried her best, "Nothing; I was just wondering is all."

Kyra watched her suspiciously, her lips curling into a smirk as a blush ran across Syheath's face, the older of the two nervously stammering aloud, "W-What?!"

"You're seeing how Ulric fares against everyone else, huh?" Kyra accused, teasingly, quickly and playfully recoiling as Syheath threw her head toward her, her hands stuck beneath the woolen blanket.

"I am not!" Syheath shouted.

Kyra smirked, "Father likes Colin, you know, so your mate will have to be-"

"Shut up!" Syheath growled, "I don't even like that word! We're not even anything; we're just friends!"

She groaned, angrily, as she turned her head away, lowering it toward the brim of the blanket to help warm her neck, "Even if he was anything…"

"Huh?" Kyra questioned happily, enjoying being able to tease her sister further.

Syheath threw her head back around, "You do realize that, from everything I've been able to tell about your 'mate'; even if Ulric were anything more than a friend to me, he'd make way more of a good impression on father than anybody you could up and find."

Kyra eyed her blankly as she listened, though slowly enough, having listened to Syheath's words, she only smiled, shrugging, "Who knows."

"What's that mean?" Syheath asked, critically, her brow jerking forward aggressively.

Kyra didn't reply, though she did retain her smile as she leaned her head back against the railing, closing her eyes in a quiet solitude, leaving Syheath to continue staring at her, angry at not receiving a reply, "Hey! What did that me-?!"

The balcony door creaked open to reveal Colin, whose body was half-turned as if still being given orders from within as he spoke out loud, "Hey, Vylira was getting worried about you two, so- Oh."

Kyra smiled up at him, "We're doing fine."

Syheath was less than enthused, lowering her frowning face, "I could do without the closeness…"

Quickly raising a thumbs-up back indoors, Colin nodded, leaning forward as he began to return, "Sorry for the intrusion, then."

"No," Syheath sighed, rising to her feet, "I really should be getting back."

She looked down toward Kyra, an indiscernible sort of either a smile or frown appearing as she did so, "See ya, kid. I guess."

Kyra jumped to her feet as well, pulling the blanket up and around Syheath's shoulders before shoving her own hands into her coat pockets, nodding gingerly, "I'll make sure of it."

Syheath turned away, as if never having said a 'goodbye' before, and approached the door, eyeing Colin critically as if to figure out what her father had seen in him. In reply, Colin dropped his eyes to emulate her in studying her face, earning a sarcastic rolling of her eyes as she stopped beside him, tilting her head as if preparing to extend a challenge.

"What makes you so good?" she questioned, seriously, "Why does my father like you so much?"

Colin returned a blank stare, unaware of her words for a moment, trying to understand where she was coming from. He turned toward Kyra, who returned a shrug, leaving him to watch Syheath alone, trying his best to come up with a reply as she impatiently crossed her arms.

"I just draw," he shrugged, "And I love his daughter."

Syheath eyed him drolly, sighing as if her question hadn't been answered in the slightest, making her way through the room and toward the entryway to leave, Colin hearing the faint speech of her speaking to Vylira before leave before he started toward Kyra, who'd sat back down against the railing, holding an edge of the thick blanket as if to invite her lover, which he accepted readily, sitting and sliding close while pulling the blanket over him.

"Huh," he muttered aloud, wistfully, working an arm around Kyra's torso as she happily snuggled up to him, "I feel like I've aged a bit since starting on this trip."

Kyra giggled, mutely, "Technically you have, if you've just jumped up on the immortal scale."

Colin frowned, "I wouldn't have done this had I known that!"

"Shut up," Kyra grinned, her head tilting up to look up at his face from his shoulder, "You'd probably still be younger than me."

Shrugging, Colin inquired, "So what do I need to know about all this? I mean, I've been living pretty reckless for somebody who's to live a lot lo her than a hundred or so years."

Now Kyra's lips turned down, unhappily, "Why won't you say it?"

"Say what?"

He looked down at her, their eyes meeting for a moment as their souls crossed the wind into one another. Kyra's face turned sad as she recognized his eyes. They were the eyes of every elf she had encountered, though she thought that somebody who was immortal would certainly have a difference within their eyes. She knew Colin was looking thousands of years away, though he refused to stare into eternity.

"Nothing…" she finished, lowering her head and shutting her eyes, enjoying their warmth surrounding her.

Colin could only look down toward the wooden slats of the deck, his eyes staring listlessly into space before he quieted his nerves by laying his head atop his lover's, feeling the soft tufts of her hair running against his cheek. He had missed it so very much.

"We're thousands of miles away from our house," Colin began, quietly, "But I can't feel much more at home than right now."

Kyra tried to smile, though found it difficult without her eyes turning sadly, thankful that she couldn't be seen while her thoughts, and her lover's words, ran crisscross in her mind.