Kisara offers him a nod, a silent answer to the implied question. Tea would be good, even if it's just a distraction. She's not even certain she intends to drink it. It's almost like she just wants to hold it. Maybe look inside of it because Dohalim's stunning eyes are not what she'll find there.

At his agreement, she feels a sense of weight lift from her shoulders. She can understand why, perhaps, the people of Viscint would prefer to see them be open. Given all they've been through, it would be the morale boost that everyone could benefit from. A distraction and a reason to look toward a brighter future. Surely, they will forgive their former lord and his former guard captain for waiting to be so public about their feelings or... wherever those feelings may choose to go.

Marriage, she supposes. That's a weighted word. A little frightening.

"Thank you for understanding," she begins thoughtfully.

Whatever she may consider following up with fades rather quickly as she watches the way he dips his chin. It's a subtle little tip, but she is, admittedly, incredibly charmed by him then and there. She often has been, whether she chooses to admit it or not.

The words that come from him next threaten to knock the wind out of her. For some moments, she's almost certain that they do. "Er. I. Wasn't aware that you thought that you had to worry about something like that."