Ruve looked at the soup, then looked at Jasper, then looked at the soup again. "How exactly did you...get recipes? You don't even speak my - " She suddenly remembered Aurelia - "That is, our language. No one does!"
But she still leaned forward and sniffed the soup. It did smell familiar enough to make her heart ache a little...but there was no way it could be right. Could it?
Then Ravan spoke and she looked up. It was a perfectly reasonable question, but...how much should she tell? She glanced at Jasper again, trying to read his expression. Ravan was clearly here for a reason. He had come here to the Trade Islands following Aurelia, and now Aurelia was an ally. Ravan had every right to be confused, to demand the property he had come for...but he hadn't. He hadn't mentioned anything of the sort yet, which meant Jasper must have talked to him. And now Ravan was here, when they were no doubt going to be discussing Dravin.
Well, Ravan was a hunter of rogue magics. A demon hunter, in point of fact. If he didn't receive the pertinent information now, he would just end up getting it later anyway, if Ruve read Jasper correctly. Not that she was terribly good at reading people. However...
"Aurelia and I share a common racial heritage, although that...er. Might not be readily apparent." Given how much more attractive Aurelia was...but this was not the time for those silly thoughts. "You know I am a Book Trader. Aurelia has been tracking me, for she was led to believe I was responsible for..." Ruve swallowed and bowed her head. "For the massacre of our people - by demons. She has now come to understand I am not, that the real enemy is our common enemy - the demon lord, Dravin."
Ruve shifted her glasses and considered something. "Hmm. Technically, she and I don't know each other, as we had not met before last night. But I trust that at least in part answers your question?"