It's not that she didn't hear him. She heard him just fine. Having him clarify, which isn't necessary by any means, just solidifies what he said originally. Dohalim isn't the sort to kid around. In consequence, Kisara understands he's being quite serious. It doesn't mean she knows what to say just yet.

Her gaze drops onto her tea for some moments. Wasn't she just thinking about this? She knows she was. But it doesn't seem exactly right for her to bring something like that up with him. Her heart threatens to lodge itself right into her throat. Her feelings for him are undeniable. That pull between them, the bond that they have, those things too, are undeniable.

"That's not—"

Kisara begins, uttering out something that's kind of like a laugh. Not quite there, but close. "That's not really what I was getting at. It's not like that, Do." She settles her weight onto her right forearm as she eyes him for several long moments. "Do you think this is what Viscint would want?" Does it matter what Viscint would want? Maybe not in the grand spectrum of things.

"Is that really what you want? If you're just trying to keep me here, you don't have to do that. I know that the place I belong is next to you."