Ruli hummed in response, groaning softly as he rose to his feet, offering Kire his hand to help her up just the same. He let her have the blanket, walking up toward the cliffs again, then up the stairs. He could have sworn, on the way, he saw a glint of fuchsia as they neared his house, but no sign of the elf they belonged to. 
Opening the door to his house, he let her in, the low heat from his little hearth kept the house warm. Ruli set the wine bottle on his chest of drawers and rifled through, withdrawing a pair of trousers and a shirt for her.