"Any one place would feel small by comparison," Kisara points out, thinking there's little more than unbridled truth in such a statement.
It's an obvious one. Of course after seeing the world, two of them, that one place would have a difficult time living up to that. But she doesn't stay in Viscint because it's exciting or because it may not be. She stays there because regardless of how things have been, it's home. Undoubtedly, the idea of 'home' can be applied to Dohalim as well. Her memories tie her to this place, lacking glamour though it may, and the lingering feelings that are imprinted upon her heart do the same.
"I would undoubtedly be lost without you."
She doesn't believe that for a moment, though she doesn't think to say as much. Easier to turn those words over in her head than it is to debate them willingly with him. She settles for curling her fingers in against the curve of her teacup. The furrow in her brow deepens when he continues, and he only piles on more heavy thoughts atop already preexisting ones.
"A more permanent position?" she asks. "Guarding you is not already permanent? Are you that worried about me wandering off?" Kisara huffs out a laugh. "That's not going to happen. It's not as if I'm going to fall into a fishing hole somewhere and never come home, Do."
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It's an obvious one. Of course after seeing the world, two of them, that one place would have a difficult time living up to that. But she doesn't stay in Viscint because it's exciting or because it may not be. She stays there because regardless of how things have been, it's home. Undoubtedly, the idea of 'home' can be applied to Dohalim as well. Her memories tie her to this place, lacking glamour though it may, and the lingering feelings that are imprinted upon her heart do the same.
"I would undoubtedly be lost without you."
She doesn't believe that for a moment, though she doesn't think to say as much. Easier to turn those words over in her head than it is to debate them willingly with him. She settles for curling her fingers in against the curve of her teacup. The furrow in her brow deepens when he continues, and he only piles on more heavy thoughts atop already preexisting ones.
"A more permanent position?" she asks. "Guarding you is not already permanent? Are you that worried about me wandering off?" Kisara huffs out a laugh. "That's not going to happen. It's not as if I'm going to fall into a fishing hole somewhere and never come home, Do."