Kire shook her head. “Eh, they’ll live. They can always just assume I’m away on some Paladin business,” she said, gesturing vaguely. “I have admittedly squirreled my way out of boring meetings using that excuse before,” she added with a grin, standing up to follow him out of the hall. When he asked where they should have their conversation, she paused to think about it, then gestured for the beach. Kire figured they both might need the comfort and distraction of open air and the sea breeze, in case the conversation became too heavy. 

She looked around to scan the sand for her boots, albeit rather lazily, not really invested in the task. “So, how is it that someone who bakes great cakes doesn’t like eating them?” she said nonchalantly, before smirking, shaking her head. “Don’t answer that. I’d like a little mystery in my life.” She tugged at her own hair, which had dried in knots. [i]Out with it, Kay. He probably already knows what you’ll ask.[/i] “You said you’ve had the poison before,” she said after a long pause. “And—you told me once that you were a half-breed.” She looked at him, her hands clasped behind her. “Do your scars have anything to do with either?”