She's not expected him to say anything other than agreement. Dohalim is an intelligent and intuitive man, sometimes prone to impassioned behaviour, but aren't they all? If it's true that he's held onto these feelings, quite likely as long as she has in return, then it's only natural that at a point a feeling of potential resignation might set in. She wonders, if he'd not brought up the topic, if she would have and she decides rather quickly, perhaps not.

Kisara is almost certain that some time before she resigned herself to believing that her feelings for him have held no place in their circumstances. That they have been, frankly, inappropriate. But who makes that kind of judgement? Her, she supposes. A fear of what others around them might think. Old habits are hang to break. Even if things have changed, sometimes it requires a little time for the rest of her to catch up to the present.

"I... yes. Yes, I guess we do," she admits with a sheepish smile.

No amount of looking at her teacup will fill it again, so eventually after the momentary tensing of her hand, Kisara settles for simply folding one hand atop the other. Is her posture too straight? Maybe. She wasn't sure what he wanted to talk with her about when he invited her to join him and it's evident that a proposal was not anywhere in that list of potential expectations.

"Maybe we shouldn't... make necessarily a public thing of it?" Her head tips as she eyes Dohalim, her shoulders finally dropping a touch. "I don't know how Viscint might take it. Or her people. Not that I guess we could hide that kind of thing forever. I don't really know what I'm doing here. Can you tell? Because I can tell."